Keira’s POV"Remind me why you are not going to yoga anymore?" It had been a week since Clint went out of state. It had also been a week since I stayed off sex as a result of his departure. My healing method was now in full swing and even if I still craved sex like a rabbit in heat, I could control it now. Or I suppose I could. So that brought me to Natasha's question. "I prefer an environment where my yoga instructor is not trying to fuck me," I said, laying out my yoga mat in the living room. It was a one-time thing with the dude which I am trying not to let happen again. "I am going to do indoor yoga instead. See if it works for me." If I was going to try staying off sex, I did not need my yoga instructor posing as a temptation. Besides, Clint promised me a good time if I stayed off sex while he was gone, and I was eager to know what he had in store for me. "Okay then," Natasha shrugged. "Whatever you are comfortable with." I drowned out their voices as she approached Brendon

CLINT’s POV I took an early flight back into town Saturday morning. Today marked exactly two weeks since I had been away, and Keira knew it too because I got a text from her saying we should meet up. I could not even begin to imagine how sex-starved she was. Two weeks without sex was a long time, even for me. It was almost four in the evening when I got ready to leave for the golf course club. Golf was all I had known and nothing could stop me from doing it, not even if it meant seeing Kane every weekend. The man had no idea yet how acquainted I was with his daughter. There were a lot of glaring reasons why I should not keep fucking the girl, but there were also a lot of reasons why I should. Keira was the most assertive woman I had ever met and it was attractive as hell.I did not know how much longer I could keep my professional life away from my sex life, but the line between those two aspects was getting really thinner with each passing day. It was early in the evening, so th

Keira’s POVI followed Papa home as it was too late to head back to my apartment. It was already dark when he drove us home. Other than a few passing comments about good weather, Papa did not say much, so I figured it was time to bring up the thing that had been eating at me. Giving him a passing glance from the passenger’s seat, I went for it. "I noticed you took out Mom’s stuff the last time I came home." I did not think it was going to affect me the way it did when I no longer saw her stuff in the house. They always made me feel like she was still there with us. But now that he had taken them out, I was forced to accept the hard truth. He was silent for a while, and I did not care about feeling like an asshole for pushing it, but I did it anyway. "Why did you not even ask me about taking them out?" "You spend the most time at your apartment in school and you are hardly ever home, Keira. I did not think you would care much." I folded my arms across my chest, frowning at him in

KEIRA’s POVTrees whooshed past me as I drove by, one hand resting on my car's window and the other on my steering wheel. A song I had picked out wafted out of the loudspeakers as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Evening drives were therapeutic in a way but not when I was behind the steering wheel. Natasha sat beside me, typing away on her phone and being the passenger princess as always. "What do you think about hypnotherapy?" I asked her out of the blue. She turned to me in the driver’s seat with her eyebrows furrowed. "You mean hypnosis?" I nodded, turning in a corner. "Clint suggested it."It had been on my mind since Clint brought it up during our last therapy session. Was I really one step away from overcoming my trauma? The way he described it made it seem like that. If only it was that easy. Being normal again without having to relive that horrible day over and over was something that sounded impossible months ago. Now Clint had given me hope. "Who is Clint?" Brendon chi

CLINT’s POVI definitely was not thinking straight when I invited Keira to my house tonight. The words just flew out of my mouth and before I knew it, she was agreeing to drive three hours to see me. The girl surprised me in more ways than one. I never expected her to go that far, just to come see me, although I was not complaining.As a matter of fact, I liked it. I gathered up my paperwork scattered on the desk of my home office and shoved them somewhere, running a hand over my hair to keep them in place. I could not control my excitement. Keira was on her way to my place and I was going to fuck her. No more holding back this time. I checked for my condoms and breathed a sigh of relief seeing I had not used them all. I had hooked up with a lot of people after my divorce, but none of them had that magnetic pull there was to Keira. She made me do things I did not think I would do, say things I should not. It was as if she was changing me, swaying me to her rhythm. No woman had ever