Burning for her

Chapter 4

Clara

"I just had coffee with Abigail." The words stormed out of me as soon as I stormed into the office.

"Clara, you can see that I have a patient." She pointed at the guy, who was looking up at me from the chair I used to sit on.

"Yes, sorry man, could you give us a second?" I patted his shoulder.

"Are you serious?" He looked at the therapist and then at me with raised eyebrows.

"She isn't." She shook her head.

"I'm." I cleared. I needed someone to talk to and I needed it now.

Silence settled as the two pairs of eyes glued onto me while I watched her.

"You really won't leave, will you?"

"Just three minutes. I just need three minutes." I just needed to talk this through with someone. And I was willing to pay for this conversation.

"It's alright, I'll be waiting outside." The guy pushed himself out of the chair.

"This is so unprofessional of me." She shook her head watching the man walk out of the room.

"Sorry." Oops!

"You don't." She rolled her eyes, flipping through her notebook. She ran her fingers along the weaves in her brunette hair before looking up at me again.

"You could have just sent me away." I sat on my legs not giving a damn about getting them numb.

"Maybe. But you are pretty impossible." I didn't miss her little smile.

"We both know I'm your favorite patient."

"All my patients think they are my favorite." She smirked, patting her pencil against the paper. "But I'm just here for the tea actually."

"Obviously." I laughed, a part of me believing her.

"So what caused you to come busting through my doors?" She crossed her legs, her skirt running up on her thighs.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you." I joked, causing her eyes to jump up at me from the paper.

"Are you really gonna start wasting my time now?"

"I met Abigail. Like you know officially."

"Hm" She... hummed.

"What do you mean by that?" I frowned, studying her face.

"Nothing. Continue." I didn't believe her obviously, but I didn't ask. "What was it like?"

"Interesting." My clothes felt too thigh, too uncomfortable, too fucking hot.

"Interesting, how?" Her italian accent a bit stronger now. 

"We made out on the backseat of a cab." A soft layer of sweat covered the line of my spine. "At her sister's wedding. We went to grab some drinks, she got drunker than she planned, so I took her home. One thing led to another, the next thing you know, she was in my lap."

"What about the coffee?"

"We ran into each other in a coffee shop and grabbed coffee together." I smoothed out the details. The thing was that I have never told my therapist I was... watching... Abigail, but she was not stupid.

Her eyes lifted up at mine, her black orbs studying my face.

"How did these events make you feel?"

I thought back about all the interaction we had, a slight smirk playing on my lips. My teeth sink into my bottom lip hard, almost drawing blood.