"...even Ted now hangs with me, which makes me receive stares from almost the entire school, but I honestly couldn't care less. Ever since I met you, my whole life flipped a hundred eighty degree."

I could feel how his heart bet faster when he started taking deep breaths.

I loved how his smile indicated that he was proud of me, sitting down on the couch as close to him as possible, telling him how his presence affected my life.

"The only thing I'm worried about-"

"Is Jackson," he cut me off after figuring out I was lost in my own words, stuttering slightly as I spoke.

"It just feels as if he wants to change me and my appearance...buying me new clothes, constantly asking me to try new things....I simply don't know and everything about that is eating my mind-"

"It's okay," his hand went to my face, softly placing my free strand behind my ear. "It's nothing too big. I had bought clothing to my exes, he just wants to buy you what he wants to see you in. You don't even need to worry, you're just overwhelmed."

"I don't know..."

"What did he buy you?" His eyebrows raised, making me stand up with him into my room.

I placed the outfit beside him on the bed, watching his facial expressions slowly.

I couldn't comprehend why it was taking everything in me to filter his emotions...and yet I couldn't figure out what was locked behind his very calm face.

His eyes scanned every inch of the outfit before travelling to my body. He watched me closely, taking even more time, almost as if admiring my sprawled body on the bed.

I was beyond red. My cheeks were literal asteroids passing through Earth's atmosphere, but my heart, my body and my senses were a stable star, emitting heat in response to his burning eyes, and light to guide his locked thoughts.

"Try it on for me."

I didn't hesitate. I obeyed immediately, standing up to my closet, stripping down and slipping the outfit on in milliseconds.

I knew my actions where nowhere near sane...but with his presence, everything was allowed and everything made sense.

"You put it on for me immediately..without any hesitations...but you're scared to wear it for him," he watched my body slowly, speaking with his shaky, hoarse voice as I stood naturally, feeling every inch of my skin burn once his eyes land on it. "You trust me, but you're afraid of being judged by him...you think he might criticize you because other girls at school are "prettier and thinner"."

My eyes dilated in response to the bitter truth he just struck in me.... his own eyes made my body translucent enough for him to find out exactly what it was coping with.

"Ross," I sucked in a harsh breath, watching him standing up closer to me.

His finger landed lightly on my lips just as soon as his eyes halted a few millimeters away from mine. He shushed me slowly, leaving my body tense, "being in a relationship means feeling positive emotions. Your own self love can be solved...unless you're knotted with somebody who doesn't make you feel beautiful. Review the entire situation, Lia."

Disability to see

Disability to think

Simply having the thought of being this close to my therapist sink in

"I'll see you tomorrow at our session, Lia."

What have I gotten myself into?

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