Healing Melody (Very Slow Updates)

5. Tongue-Tied

A/N:
Just a heads up, this is quite a long chapter, but I still hope you'll read it and enjoy.

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Thankfully no one heard what I said.

I hope.

"I thought that it was you." Wade's surprise transforms into delight and he walks towards us with a broad grin, the mystery man trailing behind.

"Oh... Wade. Hi." I respond lamely while Malcolm looks back and forth between us with a clueless expression.

When Wade reaches me, he pulls me in for a friendly hug and I can vaguely feel the intensity of the other man's gaze on us even without looking.

After Wade releases me, I rub my arm awkwardly as my mind goes blank for a moment.

"It's good to see you, Gloria. I'm glad you're all better now." 

"Oh, thanks." I force a smile. "So uh... Are you here to party?"

Jeez, what else would he be here for? To meditate?

"Yeah. Jessica and Will are having their after-party here. They're actually inside now."

After-party?

Is this the new trend or something?

Because from what I know, newly wedded couples go on honeymoons, not to one of the hottest clubs in NYC.

Shouldn't they be on some dreamy island spending quality time sunbathing, sipping on cocktails and licking ice cream off of each other?

And maybe skinny dip and fuck like bunnies all day long too?

Maybe they prefer club sex. Eww.

"What about you?" Wade directs his eyes towards Malcolm. "Is this your friend?" 

I blink a few times, still trying to grasp the whole twist of events, but the alluring man just a few feet away is making it impossible to do so.

"Uhm... Y–Yeah. This is Malcolm. Mal, this is Wade, the one I mentioned before." I briefly introduce them.

After they shake hands, Wade gestures to the man behind him. "Gloria, you remember Galan right?" 

So that's his name—Galan.

Galan steps closer with a curt nod, his hands loosely stuffed in the pockets of his faded jeans which hugs his muscled thighs enticingly.

Oh yesss, I would gladly sit on those thi—

Stop, stop, stop!

I steal a glance at his expression to see if he caught me and my dirty thoughts.

Being a therapist has its downfalls, but it does have its perks as well. One of them being the ability to interpret people's expressions.

For example, his eyes show—

Jealousy?

I'm confused at the way he's glaring daggers at Malcolm, as though he's some kind of love rival.

That's ridiculous. I must be becoming a delusional twat too.

When he catches me staring, he loses the death glare and his lips quirking up on one side, those mesmerizing eyes dazzling me blind. 

I plant my heel-clad feet down firmly to make sure I don't have a repeat of this morning where I ass-planted the ground.

Averting my eyes to look at Wade, I remember his question and give another pathetic response. "Oh. Yeah. Yeah."