“Remember what I said about why I haven’t dated anyone?” My heart skips a beat. “Yes, of course.” “I wasn’t being totally honest. I did feel that way. Until very recently. Now I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to know you. I want you in my bed and my life. It’s as simple—and complicated—as that. I’ve decided I don’t care that you’re my therapist. In fact, you’re fired.”
