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The man gingerly picked up the piece and examined it before shifting his focus back to me.
I extended my hand to grab it, but he kept moving it out of my reach. I persisted in my attempts to grasp it, but each time, he evaded me. In my last effort, I stumbled and unintentionally collided with his chest. He quickly caught me, wrapping his free arm around my waist to steady me against his frame.
I have never touched a man before, so I didn’t realize that a chest could be so solid.My eyes traveled up his body, slowly absorbing his tattoos, and stopped on his face. That’s when I saw it. The birthmark hidden behind his golden bangs on the left side of his temple. A small, dark-colored patch in a weird oval shape. There was no mistaking it for anything or anyone else. I’ve only known one guy who had that exact mark and it belonged to my brother.
“Barbara...” His dark voice vibrated through my bones, breaking my trance.
A shiver ran down my spine as his voice washed over me, dark and menacing, but with an underlying seductive tone. Swallowing nervously, I looked up at him, anticipation building as I waited to see if he remembered me. The little sister he lost, her small hand slipping from his grasp, when we were cast off to the foster system. I inhaled him, his scent lingering in my mind like an indelible mark. One that I would never forget. My eyes traveled back to his and the thought of how attractive he was. The kind of attractiveness that made you instantly melt.
A dangerous thought passed through my head:I would do whatever he wanted if he just asked. But he’s my brother, my only blood relative.
He stared down at me as though I was prey and he was about to catch me and eat me.I forced myself to pull back and step out of his orbit. I didn’t dare stare into his eyes as I reached out my hand for the paper. He didn’t say a word as he placed it in my hand. He didn’t leave after that, didn’t walk back to his seat, but neither did I. We stood within reach of each other for a moment longer, neither of us moving a step.
“Ms. Barbara, it’s time for your session,” an aide shouted from the adjacent hallway.
I jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound of my name being called. I walked back to the table and gathered my belongings before walking past the man I hadn’t seen in over twelve years. My brother, Fin. He watched my every step until I disappeared through the doors.
* * *
I sat on the leather couch facing my therapist. I couldn’t explain it, but he gave me the creeps. He was a burly man, with greasy brown hair and blue eyes that made you want to look away when they settled on you. I noticed how his eyes traveled lower than was appropriate for a doctor and whenever we had a session, he never missed an opportunity to touch me.
I didn’t like his hands on me. I didn’t like the way he would lay his hand on my lower back when he guided me to my seat or the way he bit his lip whenever I spoke. But maybe that was just how he was? So far, my other therapists were quick to dismiss me as a slut, but Dr. Turner actually tried to help me, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“Your transition here seems to be going well so far. How are you liking it?”
“So far, everything has been good. Thank you.”
Dr. Turner leaned forward and rested his hand on top of my joined ones. “I’m so happy to hear that.”
This was the part where he should have pulled back and written in his journal like he always did, but he didn’t. I looked down and watched as he stroked his thumb along my fingers, pushing in gently to get between my closed hand. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and nervousness settled in my gut like a heavy rock.
He was being more touchy-feely than normal.I hated the way my nipples peaked from the contact of skin on skin. I told myself I wasn’t aroused by this man, only by the feeling of temptation, of knowing where this kind of touch led to.
I dragged my hand away from his and played with my hair. He looked down at the empty spot for a beat longer and then sat back. The room felt smaller, as if the air was scarce. I glanced towards the clock, wondering how much longer this session was going to last.
I’ve only been here for fifteen minutes.
Dr. Turner tapped his pen against his journal, mimicking the sound of the ticking overhead. He smiled at me, the rise of his lips a contrast to his blank eyes, and stood.
I recognized the pacing in my chest now.
“I want to try an exercise with you,” he said as he moved to stand right behind me.
His hands came down on my shoulders, his fingers gently massaging my skin.
“You are the doctor,” I said warily.
“That I am.”
He leaned down and kissed my shoulder. I jerked from the touch but remained still on the couch. I shivered as his hands traveled from my shoulders to my thighs. His palms rubbed gently in a circular motion before moving back up to my shoulders, his fingers brushing the sides of my breasts.
“Does this make you feel good?” he whispered, his mouth warm on my ear.
“Dr. Turner?—”
"I asked you a question," he said, his tone showing impatience.
The tone made me think about my foster parents and my face grew hot from the embarrassment. I couldn’t bring myself to speak as he continued to probe at my skin. I grew even more uncomfortable the longer I sat there. If I was supposed to get cured of my problem, then I didn’t believe this was the method to use.
