•I Won't Tell Anyone•

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                          ~Amor's POV~

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~Amor's POV~

"You look...alive today," Dr.Luz says when I walk in his office. I look down at myself. Nina decided this morning that she would raid my closet and dress me like her personal Barbie doll; except this Barbie doll doesn't own much color, which made her very irritated. She choose a way-too-big-for-me t-shirt, tights, and boots for me to wear. The shorts under are too short for anyone to see under my shirt, so it looks like I'm wearing no bottoms. It's not bad, but defiantly not something I would have chose on my own.
"Not my choice," I say, sitting down.
"You sound lighter too. What happened?" he asks. I shrug, not really knowing. I woke up this morning and stopped giving a crap about what happened with Adriel. What he said hurt me, but it's not a permanent wound. I wish I could take back giving him that part of me, but at least in the moment it felt right.
"I stopped being sad over a stupid boy," I say. He doesn't grab his note pad like usual, just sits down on the edge of his seat, leaning on his elbows. "Adriel and I broke up."
"I know," he says. My brows raise in surprise. "Your dad told Zurine and Zurine told me."
"And they say girls are bad with gossip," I say with a scoff. Telling my dad was nerve wracking a heck, like I was waiting for an expected explosion. He didn't say anything at all, which was worse than I expected. Him and Zurine left about an hour after I told him and came back extremely disappointed saying, "he's lucky I couldn't find him." There's no doubt in my mind that if Adriel was still staying with his dad that he would be dead or severely injured.
"We have to have something to talk about," he says. I chuckle, crossing my arms over my chest. "May I ask what made it end?"
"He just wanted my virginity," I tell him. That small smile he had faded automatically. "It's fine though."
"You didn't do anything with him though, did you?"
"Sadly, yeah, I did. I regret it but what's done is done," I say. "He got what he wanted from me and he's out of my life. I'm okay." He gets up, walking over to his desk.
"I'm sorry that happened to you though," he says. "I encouraged the relationship from the beginning."
"People need to stop blaming themselves for my mistakes," I say, getting up. "It was my fault for falling for his lies." He looks down at me, eyes searching mine. "What?" I ask.
     "You look very nice today," he says. I look down at myself again, blushing. "Loosing you is definitely his loss. Any man would be blessed to have you." I don't know why but my heart flutters at his compliment.
     "Your wife is lucky to have you as well." He laughs, shaking his head.
    "I'm not married," he says. My eyes widen. I remember that day in the main office when he spoke to my mother; he mentioned having a wife. Is it one of those Vegas cases? "I told your mother that to eat her away from me. I've never been married. I'm waiting."
    "For what?"
    "The right women," he answers, turning his body completely towards me. I take a shaky breath, looking up at him. He towers over me like everyone else; and intimidated me like everyone else. "I only want to get married once, it's a sacred thing. When I get married I want to know that that's it for me; that I'll be happy for the rest of my life with that person. That I'll be in love for the rest of my life and never have to worry about them no longer loving me."
      "For a man covered in tattoos, you sure are sappy," I say. He steps closer again, making me tense. It's not a nervous tense either, but the type I can't explain. It's excitement, the good type of nervous, the one of anticipation.
     "I didn't think you were one who believed the stereotypes," he says with a grin.
    "I don't," I say. His gaze drops to my lips as so mine with his. I don't know the thought of him kissing me makes me feel...excited. I've never been attracted to him before; Okay well I have, but never to the point where I've thought of kissing him. He's a very handsome man, anyone can see that and I'd be blind if I couldn't.
     He leans down, his hand sneaking around my waist to pull me closer. When his lips finally meet mine, it's one of those cliche moments you read about. It feels like the world stops and I can feel sparks shooting through my body. I never got this feeling with Adriel; he calmed me, but this is making my heart beat a million times a second in the best why possible.
       He pulls away, looking down at me with the most gentle expression I've never seen. His eyes search mine, waiting for a response. I feel terrible for kissing him back, but at the same time it didn't feel wrong at all.
    "I'm sorry, that was extremely unprofessional of me," he says, stepping back to his desk. I look down at the ground, taking a deep breath. "That shouldn't of happened."
    "It's fine," I say, pressing my lips together. He looks back over to me, lips pressed tightly together. "I'm won't tell anyone."
    "Thank you." If someone else knew I would hate myself more than I already do for causing the end of his career. He walks back, body tense.
    "You're welcome." We just stare at each other, both obliviously leaning in. It feels horrible to want him to kiss me again. It feels almost like this is how it should be instead of the therapy sessions.
    He presses his lips back to mine, hesitantly cupping my face in his hands. Mine rest on his chest, my eyes shutting. A knock on the door causes us to pull apart again, jumping away from each other. The door opens and the lady who works at the front desk walks in, a nervous smile on her face.
     "Sorry, but your next patient is having a mental break down out in the waiting room. Do you think you can wrap this up soon?" She asks. He nods, clearing his throat. She gives me a awkward smile before walking out of the room. I pick up my bag from the couch.
     "Have a good rest of your day," I say, opening the door, trying to sound as if nothing just happened.
     "You too, Amor."

AN: Now how was THAT?! This story was originally supposed to be about them, but ended up being about her and Adriel, but I still wanted to include their romance in this as well. This chapter was originally super freaking long, but I decided to split it into two chapters, so keep an eye out for that later tonight! I hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: How do feel about what happened? What do you think will happen?
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    Enjoy  (the man of the hour) 😍

 This chapter was originally super freaking long, but I decided to split it into two chapters, so keep an eye out for that later tonight! I hope you guys enjoyed!      Question: How do feel about what happened? What do you think will happen?     P...

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