Temptation

Chapter 8: Serena

“Oh yeah? Fine with me, all yours with helping you out. Since you are this chatty, shall we move on with session and get some dirt out of your mind?”

Less than in a second, amusement spread over Gavin’s blue eyes were replaced by vexation causing me to smirk.

He really thought I would let him go this easily?

First of all, he lied to me, his psychiatrist. I was compelled to bring up John’s name.

Poor John.

I don’t even know what this devil will do to him.
Then he was balder dashing about how he was shy to face me for I brushed my lips on his’.

What is he?
4 years old kid or what?

Yeah, it did affected me, but for a different reason and we don’t stand on the same page.

And of course, I should have restrained myself but tell me a woman who would avoid kissing his hot mess when in befuddled state because of inebriated.

I was completely wasted.

But he have to bring up those embarrassing moments up.

This is why I proposed him to go on with session, since he never opens his mouth while on one.

“So, Mr. Gavin, shall we?”

He dipped his chin in agreement so less that if not for my undivided concentration on him, I would have thought he is simply staring at me.

“Shall we pick from where we left in last session?”

In answer he glared at me as if I have uttered some taboo jumbles.

“What?”

I threw my arm up in the air dramatically.

“Your glares are not going to answer my question. You will have..”

“Let’s start with our session.”

He cut me midway and spoke in deep voice as freezing as his blue oceanic eyes, sending chills down my spine.

My eyes fixed on him, drinking in his every little details and engraving it on my brains. My eyes drifting down from his blue eyes to his pink perfect lips to his white exposed collar bone, where a red bite would emerge beautifully, to his toned chest which I wish so much where exposed once more, to his that particular part of body and heat rose up my cheeks.

Something interrupted my slowly going insane mind and that was Gavin’s ahem.

I moved my eyes back to his face and trained there, preventing them from again getting lost in the dense forest of his beauty.

Arching his perfect silver brows he opened his thin mouth and I know to spit venom as always.

“It is as beautiful as you are imagining. Just as it’s perfect silhouette.”

God.

Why?
Why cant I keep my eyes and mouth on check. Did I for real zoned out in mid of session and checking out on my patient?

I have lost the shreds of sanity that were holding me.

Clearing my throat I spoke slamming my words on his face.

“If you are done with praising your puny, shall go on with what you came here for?”

Dang.

I hit him directly on his ego. And he definitely looked annoyed by the comment. I did rattled his cage.

I chewed my inner cheek to stop myself from laughing, tasting copper on my tongue.

He once again arched his brow and spoke.