Olivia
Nathan looked at me as though I had just suggested we move to the moon. The word ‘therapy’ seemed to hang in the air between us, almost tangible, like you could reach out and touch it. I felt a knot form in my stomach, my wolf letting out a low growl of nervousness in the back of my mind.
“Couples therapy?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
“Yes,” I said, holding his gaze and hoping he would see the seriousness in my eyes.
“But… Why? You’ve never mentioned therapy before.”
I sighed. I had expected Nathan to be at least somewhat averse to the idea given his past, but it was still a little frustrating to hear him being so reluctant.
“Listen,” I said gently, trying not to press too much. “We’ve been through a lot, Nathan. A tumultuous past, and
