114. My Therapist, My Savior VI

James's POV

She looks up at me, her honey-colored eyes filled with a mixture of desire and nervousness. Her lips part as if she wants to speak, but no words come out. 

Instead, she gives me a small, shy nod, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

I can feel her body trembling against mine, and I know s...

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