DAMIEN'S POV
Dr. Reeves watched me fidget with the pen on her desk.
"You're nervous about something."
"I'm having feelings I don't know what to do with."
"Feelings for Elara?"
"Yes. We've been doing pottery for three weeks. Having dinner after. Texting throughout the day. Normal things. But I'm—" I stopped. "I'm starting to need those moments with her."
"Need is an interesting word choice."
"Bad choice?"
"Not necessarily. But it suggests dependency. Are you building a life around her or building a life that includes her?"
I hadn't thought about it that way. "I don't know."
"What else are you doing? Besides pottery and work and therapy?"
"I joined a tennis league. Started reading again. James and I have dinner once a week."
"That's good. You're building a foundation." She made a
