My Therapist's Son,

My Therapist's Son, [7]

"I'm amazing"

***

"Funny, because, I'm not." Ryan smiled at me, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged on it until his face was back in mine, and I saw him smile before I closed my eyes, pressing my lips back against his. When he pulled back, he was smiling, and he pushed my hair from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.

"Thank you,"

"For what?" He questioned, smirking.

"Being there,"

"Anytime, darling."

"You don't have to take me to that dance,"

"Ohhh, but I want to, darling."

***

I screamed as yet another dress was thrown against a wall.

"Ma'am, is everything OK in there?"

"Perfect," I growled, trying to zip up another dress.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, let me in. If they catch me, I'm dead." Ryan mumbled, and I opened the door even though I was only in a bra and underwear.

"What are you doing?"

"I found your perfect dress." He smiled, pulling the dress into the fitting room.

I closed the door and inspected the dress he was holding. It quite possibly could have been, and in fact probably was, the ugliest dress I've ever seen. I faked a smile, but shook my head

"I was kidding," He laughed, re-opening the door, peaking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear, and pulling a beautiful dress into the room.

"Ohmygod." I gasped, reaching for it.

"Try it on," He laughed, handing me the hanger.

I inspected it, and put it on immedietly. I had a hard time with the zipper, and Ryan offered to do it. I turned around, looking at myself in the mirror, Ryan standing behind me. He leaned forward, sliding his hands forward into the dress. They ran across my stomach, and he gently kissed the back of my neck several times.

"Oh, god," I let out a soft moan.

He laughed and zipped up the dress. I spun around a few times and laughed.

"This is it."

A/N , i know this is short, but HEY IT'S AN UPLOAD, right?! Anyways, this was just kind of a set-up for the dance. It'll be longer, I promise!

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