Ross' POV
"Hey, Baby."
"Good morning, sleepyhead," She chirped, making me smile, running a hand through my hair. "Slept well?"
I was never a morning person until I got to have the capability of waking up to her voice everyday, knowing she's now mine finally at peace.
"Mhmm."
"That's good," she giggled, convincing my mind to get even more sleep. Her voice was that soothing. "I was wondering..."
"Yes, kitten?"
"When do you finish tomorrow?"
"Tuesdays....I finish a little early tomorrow, about 6:30. Why?"
"We have this family dinner together...you know... with dad, Rydel and Tanya. I was hoping maybe you'd could come too?"
"Of course, babygirl," I got up, feeling the cold floor spread goosebumps all over my naked torso. "When is it going to be?"
"At 9. Is that okay?"
"Of course, angel. Don't worry, I'll be there."
"Mhmm, Okay," I set the phone on speaker, placing it on its holder to wash my face and teeth.
"Do you wanna go out for lunch?"
"Sure. I've got a class left so, take your time. We can go eat before your duty," I wiped my face, before bringing the phone back to my ears , walking down to the kitchen.
"Alright, Angel. I'll see you in an hour."
"Bye bye."
"Bye, babe," I waited until she hung up, placing the phone back in my pocket to place the toast in the pan after heating up a piece of butter.
Last night... I couldn't ever forget last night. I've never been that emotionally vulnerable, yet that calm.
The way she used her words... words I struggled to put into a picture all these years ....she did it all.
"I'm here, Ross...I'm only a look away," her hands grazed my pale cheeks before softly pecking my lips.
"W-what if it— what if it gets hard to handle?"
"You open your eyes," she held my neck to relax my hand grip on the chair. "You'll find me here to make it all go away."
Her stare studied my eyes carefully, allowing me to see the hint of faith in them. I knew then I had to let her voice take over me... I couldn't cope letting the spark in her eyes disappear.
I flipped the toasts onto the dish, poured myself a coffee mug and sat down on the stool smiling to myself.
She was capable of setting my imagination to burn every bad thought...capable of diverting every memory I had wished to delete.
She is my therapist.
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"That's my queue guys," I watched her as she walked to the car, getting in. "Hey.""Hey," I hugged her close, feeling her arms wrap around me.
Having her haunt my thoughts throughout the entire day had me yearning for her hug all day.
I liked that she took my hug the way I took hers...almost as if both of us never wanted to pull away.
"I missed you," she mumbled, playing with my hair. I simply nodded, taking in her scent.
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〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰
FanfictionHow could I be needing help when I'm the one to grant it How could a patient of mine make me desire the forbidden How could I hold the feelings that are soon to be erupted Where am I going to keep my needs hidden