《〰 Therapist - R.S.L 〰》Chapter 11 〰 Princess
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"Hey do you wanna hangout afternoon??"
I had the same text message stuck in my head through the entire morning, contemplating wether I should act normal of normal or normal of me...
I was definitely going, undoubtedly.
I was currently putting on my brown ankle boots, waiting on Dr. Ross to answer my phone call.
I don't think I'll ever be able to go through this day without his help.
"Hey Lia," his voice filled the room, automatically pausing the music playing.
Thank god he gave me his personal contact.
"Hey. You free for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah, I'm about to lock the office," he paused as I stood up, adjusting my hair, "are you alright?"
He must've noticed my quite unstable state today during our appointment.
Who am I kidding, he's a freaking psychologist of course he did.
"Yeah, it's just that, Jackson is taking me out tonight."
A long pause spread between the lines and I caught the phone to turn off the speaker. "On a date?"
"I don't know and I don't think so."
"Why? How did he... a-ask you?" He slightly stuttered and I felt my insides flip.
Way to make me feel all sick for absolutely no reason.
"He was like; 'hey do you wanna hang out afternoon?' And then after I replied he called and was like, 'do you wanna go out? It'd be fun.'"
"It's a date,"his words grew anxiousness and discomfort in me. I almost felt like throwing on some jeans instead of the high waisted shorts.
"No it's not."
"Okay, hang in there, princess," he slightly chuckled, making me cross my arms angrily.
It's
Not
A date.
"Don't worry, alright? You'll do great. He likes you, you like him, love is in the air today-"
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"He doesn't like me!" I felt like throwing a tantrum, plopping down on my bed.
"What makes you say that, beautiful?"
"I'm not beautiful, Doctor,"
"You are, miss! Now stop whining and go impress the guy, you'll be totally fine. Just stay true to yourself. Put in your mind that you wouldn't have gone out with him if it wasn't for your beauty," he slowly encouraged me, totally being cool about me throwing a semi outburst. Instead of proceeding the shouting with me, he stayed calm, radiating and transferring that calming state to me.
"If there will be anything you need help on, just go to some restroom and call me. Next time, don't deny your anxiousness during our sessions, yeah?"
"Okay," I softly whispered hearing his shakily sigh.
His words are somehow magic on me.
"There you go, beautiful."
"Thank you, Doctor," I sighed, walking to my Beats headphones to grab them.
"You're more than welcome. Remember to be completely natural and true."
"Yes, I will....bye, Doctor."
"Goodbye, Lia."
Something about me obeying him grew anticipation inside me. Was it that I liked submitting to him?
Or is that therapists have a certain way with everyone and to everything?
***************
"Soo," Jackson dragged on after pulling over by our houses, "do you wanna come in?"
"It's midnight," I chuckled at his request, shaking my head.
"I know," he groaned, tuning a hand through his ebony hair. "I just don't want the night to end."
My stomach fluttered at his comment and o couldn't help but smile.
Today was amazing - sure I had to talk to Ross at least four times- but it was the best date I've been to yet.
And the first....
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"Thank you for the amazing day," I bit my lip, placing a hair strand behind my ear as he smiled lazily. "I had a lot of fun."
"Glad you did....sure you don't want to proceed the night?"
"My father is probably way too worried right now....we could hang out at mine tomorrow! You should come over for dinner."
"Nah, you're sick, you can't cook an entire dinner especially since your father is on shifts these days," he waved it off, confusing me at first....
I lied about not going to school today.
There was no way in hell that I'd ever tell him about my therapy lessons.
"I'll surprise you tomorrow," he smirked making me playfully hit his shoulder.
Doctor lynch recommended that move...
"Let me walk you to the door."
Seriously?
"Seriously?"
"Yeah," he chuckled, getting out of his car before I did so too, praying to god that I keep it cool.
You can do it, Lia! Just a few more minutes until you take off that fake, ass, bitchy mask!
We were at the door, my nerve impulses bent too loud that I had to fight the urge to take out my jets and immediately get in.
I don't like being disrespectful.
"Good night, Lia," he said, slowly stepping closer.
I was by now a nervous mess. The space between us, that almost never existed made my head spin and I suddenly felt the need to get inside without a word.
I never understood what was going on with me until I glanced at my watch.
It was past midnight.
His gestures made me a mess...from neglecting personal space, to moving a finger across my cheek, and now looking down to try and lock his hands with mine.
I've never touched a guy's hand....and boy did I wish he did it earlier.
Warmth washed my entire body as he intertwined our fingers slowly.
I knew it was way too much for my body to take, but how could I simply refuse the gesture?
"Sweet dreams, Jackson."
He smiled before taking another step closer, basically tying our bodies somehow with an imaginary rope of his.
Didn't seem so imaginary when he started leaning in....
Kill
Me
Please.
The fact that I haven't been kissed before and now that a totally hot guy is leaning in for me to steal that first kiss is sickening like boi what're you getting yourself into I don't know how to kiss like what the actual fu-
"That's my father," I whispered, hearing my phone ring loudly causing him to back off.
Thank
You
"That's my queue," he shyly rested his hands on the back of his neck before slowly stepping backwards. "See you."
I smiled as he watched me take out my keys to slowly open the door and get in, waving at him shyly. My feet dragged themselves inside and I immediately shut the dour, sighing loudly.
One word: woah..
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