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There were days when I felt like I was living out of my office, buried beneath stacks of paperwork and research materials.
Melissa and I decided to go have lunch together and of course, I chose the sandwich stop. They were getting all my money and I could’ve cared less.
“Have you heard about Jessica and Mark from the marketing department?” Melissa whispered, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin.
I raised an eyebrow. “No, what’s going on?”
Melissa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “They’ve been sneaking around, meeting in the supply closet during lunch breaks. Office romance at its finest.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I didn’t hear that, plus the supply closet is quite comfy.” I should know, Dillon and I made out there last week.
Melissa nodded. “True. It’s like a secret hideaway in there.” Our conversation flowed easily, touching on various office matters and she even managed to talk about her personal life.
I was careful not to spill too many details. Things were still working themselves out.
Workdays eventually came to an end, and I went to see Dillion before my therapy session. I headed to his office, knocking on the door before entering.
He looked up from his desk and flashed me a warm smile. “Hey there. How was your day?”
I took a step closer to his desk, feeling an inexplicable sense of ease when I was around him. “It was busy, but good. How about yours?”
“Productive,” he replied, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t complain.”
We talked for a little while, discussing our respective days and other topics.
“Here,” he said, handing me a brand new cell. My face twisted with confusion, especially since I already had a phone. “We’ll use this to get in contact with each other. When I call you, answer it. When I reach out to you, reach out to me. Got it?”
He could definitely sense the rigidity in my posture, a reaction to his possessive words.
“You could’ve just asked for my phone number,” I replied, my voice laced with curiosity.
He leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto mine. “The thought of sharing your attention with anyone isn’t appealing. This is better for both of us.”
My resistance softened as I understood his intent. Or I thought I did. “When do I text you?”
He flashed a knowing smile. “Whenever you feel like it, let’s start off when you get home.”
“Okay. I’m going to head out now, Mr. Xander.”
“Be safe, Ms. Willis, and text me soon,” he told her, his voice heavy with anticipation.
I leaned in, placing my soft, warm lips against his, sharing a tender yet passionate kiss. As I pulled away, I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing from my life for so long.
The sleek, modern building housing Dr. Green’s office loomed ahead, and I found myself standing at its entrance, fighting an internal battle. I couldn’t deny the mix of emotions that washed over me. Therapy had always been a double-edged sword—a source of both solace and dread.
I haven’t been to a session in years and now that I was back, I couldn’t help but feel anxious.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, antiseptic scent of the office building, my stomach starting to churn. My legs felt like they were made of lead, resisting my attempts to move forward. The idea of revisiting the dark corners of my past was intimidating, even though I knew it might be necessary for my healing.
The reception area seemed far too bright and cheery for my current state of mind. I approached the receptionist’s desk, my heart pounding, and checked in for my session.
The receptionist gave me a polite smile. “She’ll be with you in a second.” I nodded.
As I sat in the waiting area, my fingers tapped nervously against the armrest of the chair. Memories of past therapy sessions flooded my mind, and I began to doubt my decision to return. The therapist had always probed deep into my emotions, and revisiting those feelings was far from pleasant.
Yet, there was a glimmer of hope within me—a desire to untangle the complexities of my mind, to find a way forward. Dr. Green had always been a supportive presence in my life, and it was time to reconnect with her, to share my struggles and victories.
With each passing moment, my anxiety waned slightly, replaced by a sense of resolve. I had come this far, and I wasn’t going to back down. Whatever lay ahead, I was determined to confront it.
