Torn: The Decision |J•D|

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[beep beep- beep beep]

My head shoots up, hair wild and stuck to my face. "Shit" I curse scanning my surroundings. I fucking told myself I would stop sleeping over here! I glance down at Lewis. Five cups of wine and I wake up sprawled on top of his body, on his living room couch.

[beep beep- beep beep]

I slowly peel myself off his sweat lined body, silently scanning for my phone. Where's my phone? ... and my clothes. I get up kicking over a glass of wine. [glass breaks] Lewis jolts awake, urgently checking the surroundings.
"Sorry" He glances at the mess and settles back on the couch with a sigh. "Making messes early in the morning I see"

[beep beep- beep beep]

"I didn't see it on the floor, I'll get it up" I say grabbing my panties from the end table.
Lewis shakes his head. "I'll clean it up, I know you're in a rush." He calmly reaches from behind the pillow, passing me my bra.
"Thank you" I quickly buzz around the room, looking for all my shit. I spot my shirt on the kitchen counter. My silver lover watches as I sprint from one side of the room to the next.

"Do you see my pants?"
"By the window"
[beep beep- beep beep]
"And my phone?"
"Your phone is in the cereal cabinet"
"I really gotta stop sleeping over here, I hate rushing" I say pulling up my pants.

Lewis stands up, tugging on some tight fitting boxers. "I've got a good idea.." He walks towards me. "...Just move in." I walk to the kitchen, swiping my phone from the cabinet.
"No, actually. That sounds like a terrible idea"
Lewis smiles, stopping to rest his elbows on the counter. "And why is that?"
I grab my purse and shoes walking towards the fridge. "I love spending time with you daddy, but I love my space more." I say wiping crust off my face in the fridge reflection.

I walk over placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Plus it adds an extra 45 minutes to my commute to work from here" I add as I head for the door. "Can't blame me for tryin"
"I'll call you later"
"Have a good day sweetie"

I hop in the car and start speeding to my appointment. I can't be late for my first session. HR would never let me live it down. I never believed in having a therapist for life's problems. But thanks to my old assistant, my boss thinks I should see one. I just got this promotion, the last thing I need is for him to think I'm unstable and I have issues that effect my job performance. I pull up to the building, only 5 minutes behind.

[sigh]

Just go in there, breeze through some questions and get a golden report. Easy.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I got here as soon as I wanted to" I say walking into his office.

Dr.Miller chuckles at me. "No problem my dear. Would you like something to drink? Coffee maybe, something to take the edge off"
My face twists, slightly confused.
"You're eyes are weak, and you smell like last nights wine"