C67 Chapter 67

XAVIER'S POV

I heard my therapist tap her pen against her notebook, bringing my attention back to the present. She pushed up her round framed glasses as she studied me intently. She was waiting for me to answer her question. What had she asked again? Oh, right.

I inhaled a deep breath and then blurted out, “I have majorly fucked up! I don’t think I can't control myself with her anymore