My Therapist's Son,

My Therapist's Son, [6]

"Hey, Mia. Shh, Mia. Just open your eyes, ok?" I awoke to Ryan holding me in his arms.

I gasped and squirmed, realizing that I was in his arms.

"Please don't move," he begged, but I hated how he was holding me in his arms, so tight against his body. While, I was fine with him holding my hand, or laying next to me, or me resting my head on his shoulder, I was not fine about being completely in his arms. What if he dropped me? I couldn't trust him, yet.

"Put me down," I cried, but he shook his head.

"Just relax, please just relax."

"Ryan, put me down!" I screamed, tears dripped down my cheeks.

 He refused, holding me tighter, and that's when I realized that my head was throbbing and my foot was bleeding profusely.

"What did you do to me?"

"Whoa, there. I didn't do anything, but you, darling, you walked into a wall."

"Oh god," I whined, forgetting that I was in his arms.

Someone appeared in the doorway, and I recognized her from the family pictures on the wall and the little picture sitting on Mr. Montgomery's desk in the office. 

Mrs. Montgomery wrapped up my foot, and I flinched. Part of it was from the pain, part of it was the fear of being touched by others.

"Can you put me down now?" I begged, but Ryan just smirked.

Mrs. Montgomery left after helping me, but Ryan continued to hold me tightly against his body.

"Please, please put me down."

"Nah,"

"You're scaring me, Ryan."

"Don't be scared, darling. I'd never hurt you."

"Please, Ryan. I'm begging you."

"Get on your knees, darling." He laughed, setting me down.

"I'm not begging on my knees!"

He smirked, and I knew that wasn't what he had in mind.

"Ew! You're disgusting." I complained, storming out of the room.

I went into the living room and plopped myself onto the couch. He took a seat next to me and laughed.

"I was joking."

"I wasn't. You're gross."

"Ouch, darling, that's cold."

"Stop calling me darling," I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.

"Hey, my pillows are pretty. Don't let your ugliness wear off on them." Ryan joked, and I smiled.

I rubbed one against his face, and laughed at his facial expression. As the light blue pillow brushed against him, he decided he was sick of it, and he grabbed my hips. He flipped me over onto my back and started tickling me, and for a second, I didn't worry.

But, then all the fear came flooding back to me like a boomerang. The second you get rid of it, it flies back and smacks you in the face if you're not careful. I tried to stay calm, smiling at Ryan as he laid ontop of me, his head resting in my neck.

I felt lips brush against my neck, and I gasped. He smirked into my skin, and I flinched. Just as I was about to push myself away from him, he found my sweet spot, and I let out a moan. He giggled into my neck, and I moaned again.

"Ryan, you're scaring me."

"Sounds like you're enjoying it, darling."

"Weeeeell," I sang.

He pulled back to look into my eyes, and any doubts I had faded away, and now I completely trusted Ryan. He leaned forward slowly, giving me plenty of time to stop him, and as much as I wanted to, I found myself closing my eyes, waiting for that perfect moment that caused sparks to shoot through my body, and the second his lips met mine, I knew that he was it. He was all I ever wanted to be with. Childish, I know, but my first boyfriend was so abusive. I didn't feel sparks with him.

Not like this, anyway.

He leaned back a little, and he slowly opened his eyes. I looked at him different than I did before. He was still the same cute boy, but he was sweeter. He was loving, and loyal, and he was trustworthy. And, I trusted him with my entire life, and all of my secrets.

"Are you all right?"

I bit my lip and smiled a little.

"I'm amazing,"