Bang head here

I’m attracted to you. You know this. I told you I’m seeking another therapist. You are reluctant to advise me otherwise, though it is the right thing to do. Our sessions have become ackward and strained. I ramble about my sex life and ‘the lack of, ‘ due to a tremendous workload. You listen attentively, work your wedding band as a fidget spinner as your legs uncross. I want my head under your skirt. I can’t focus. My attention captured and trapped within that space then you dropped your pen.