(Sorry guys, this was saved as a draft and not published so it's actually supposed to be chapter 4 then 5 then The pink Barbie. My apologies)
I shuffled on my bed feeling a hand on my back
A warm hand on my back ....
"Hey wake up " a soft deep sexy voice spoke
I woke up as my hair covered my view
The same hand tugged my hair behind my ear
A guy my age ... in his 20s or so
His jawline complementing his grey eyes
His pink lips making him more hot
His brown silky hair reaching his forehead ...covering half his eye
I couldn't help but notice the fact that he sat next to me ... he smelt like roses.... And vanilla
My favourite.
He wore a sleeved top covering and tightened on his muscular arms and chest ....
Damn.
And black sweat pants.
" am dreaming right ?"
"No" he smirked
Damn.
My eyes widened as I just realized that I was talking aloud.
"Wha... how'd you get past security? Who are you?"
"Iam your therapist... Trevor "
"Great" I smiled
He made direct eye contact with me .... I declined it.
"You are ???"
"Oh ! You enter my cell and you don't know my name? " I blurted
"Ummm well, I know it ... I'd just like you to say it" he raised an elbow and smirked
I giggled ... damn this boy was making me have weak knees ::/
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My Therapist -
Roman pour AdolescentsMy parents thought having a therapist is great... due to my past life. In a psychiatrist cell ... underground. with people of my kind. Trevor Hall My therapist.
