“I do, too.” Doctor Lee leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Mischief sparks in her eyes. “So, tell me a little more about this Wes guy.”
The mere mention of his name makes me smile like a lunatic. “What do you wanna know?”
“What do you want me to know about him?”
I’m not sure why this, of all things, comes to mind, but it’s the first thing that does. “He’s kind of a dork. I mean, he reads sports romances and stuff.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I think I like him already. What else?”
I smile even wider. “I brought him with me to Janelle’s place for Halloween. We went trick-or-treating with Mia and Mason. They, uhm… My family loved him.”
Doctor Lee’s eyes widen in surprise. “This is huge, Jett.”
“I know.” I pause, suddenly worried. “Do you think I’m moving too fast?” Oh shit, what if I am? What if Doctor Lee wants me to slow down?
As always, she counters with a question. “Doyouthink you’re moving too fast, Jared?”
“Sometimes. Maybe, but everything we’ve done feels natural, unavoidable almost.”
She smirks. “Of course it does.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jared, you have feelings for him. I can see that.” I want to object, but who am I kidding? Idohave feelings for Wes. Loads of them. “And that’s a good thing, because for a long time you shot your feelings down because you were afraid of getting hurt again.”
“It might not work out,” I whisper, the thought killing me. “I might get hurt again.”
“Yes, you might. But we can’t have one without the other, can we? Going through life—a full life—means facing the good and the bad. And we’ve worked on your resilience. Even if it doesn’t work out between you and your boyfriend, you’ve still made a lot of progress. It means you’re reclaiming your life.”
I nod. I know that. “I want it to work out.”
Doctor Lee closes her tablet. “And why shouldn’t it? I have faith in you, Jared. You’re doing the work, clearly, so why shouldn’t it work out?”
I shrug. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Our time is up, young man. Should we check in with each other in a month or so? I’ll send you an invite.”
“Sounds good.”
We end the call, and I lean back in my chair, relaxing my shoulders. Telling my doctor makes my relationship with Wes even more real. And it makes me miss him.
I pick up my phone to find a text from Wes.
Wes:Did you know the prostate is the
size of a fucking walnut?!
Oh God. I’ve created a monster.
Me:What are you doing?
Wes:What do you think I’m doing?
I’m reading.
