〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰

Chapter 31 〰️ Sad Kisses

Lia's POV

"When's your session?"

"Due eight!"

Three days away seemed like three decades without Ross. Living life gets harder and harder when the only source of safety is away...which was why I was aching for a glimpse of him.

"We're running late! Where are the car keys?"

"Here!" I jumped, trying to tie my sneakers while holding the keys between my teeth.

It was already five to eight...adding traffic, we'd be there by quarter past eight.

I hated making Ross wait, especially since I was always his last patient which made us take our time without any restrictions.

"Dad I'm ready!" I called from the kitchen counter, fixing my hair in the mirror across from me.

"Coming!" He rushed down the stairs, walking with me to the door.  "Did you take your meds?"

"Yes," I said before sitting in the car, watching him get in after me.

As much as I loved feeling safe for a certain amount of time after taking them, all I felt like doing was dodging them.

I didn't want to be dependent on a medicine. It felt awfully unnatural.

I wanted to make my body naturally immune to being anxious, if not completely, then partly.

Traffic wasn't as awful as we thought it would be and we were by the building in no time.

"Call me after you finish, alright?"

"Okay," I mumbled before getting out of the car to walk to the main entrance of the building.

Nonrealism is saying the walk from the entrance to the elevator is way longer than the ride.

I sound mental, and I have the rights to do so after three days of not seeing him since he confessed his love. How was I supposed to face the hazel, captivating, love dripping eyes after what they cried to me?

"Dr. Lynch is waiting for you, Lia." Michelle smiled at me, making me softly beam at her before knocking on the large door.

"Come in," I heard his faint mumble making my heart race, causing me some trouble containing my nerves to slide the door.

Out of habit, I hugged him just the way I do before every session. I hated that being this close to him this time intimidated me way too much. I could sense his tense body and how it slightly shuddered to my touch.

"How've you been?" He said, making me blush courtesy of his raspy, tired voice.

"Okay," I sighed, making him pull away to softly smile at me. "A little insomniac though."

"Did you stop taking the pills?" He walked to his desk, grabbing the notepad as I made my way to the lounge chair.

"I kind of decreased the dosage," I bit my lip, watching him take a few apparatuses before walking to his chair beside me.

"Why?"

His cold words brought fire inside my heart. How could he seem so oblivious after what happened between us?

"I just uh," I stuttered, watching him prepare my arm for the blood pressure meter, "I felt confined by it."

I stared at his concentrated features as the pressure squeezed my skin.

He was too beautiful to not stare at. My eyes undressed his heart slowly, reflecting it on his beautiful face. I drank all his feelings, instantly becoming love drunk.