Bk 2 Ch 22: Nate

I’d learned more about Kimi in the last hour than I’d learned in the last six months. I quickly shifted in her back seat, then pulled my clothes back on. We’d left together after school, and I shifted on the way to the therapist’s. 

“So, where to next?” I asked when I was fully clothed and climbing into the front seat. 

“Fuck!” she swore. “Give a girl warning when you’re going to move while she’s driving! I suppose you want to talk about what I said in there?”

I shook my head. “Nope. What happens in therapy, stays in therapy unless you want to discuss it.”

“A bit like Fight Club, huh?” she chuckled.

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