the passenger seat and reach around to get my belt. As I go to turn he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him. He captures my mouth in a devouring kiss that rocks me to my core. Everything is tingling as I kiss him back with every ounce of passion that I have inside me. When he pulls away I feel wistful. He cups my face in his hands and looks into my eyes.
“I have missed this face.” He kisses my cheek. “I have missed these lips.” He kisses my mouth. “I have missed this neck.” He kisses my neck. “And I have most definitely missed these babies.” He smirks, as he runs his fingers over my nipples. “Let me take you to my place!” It’s not a question, more a statement. I just nod my head unable to find the words to answer him. I blush at his words, it’s amazing how comfortable he is around me. We drive in silence as the CD player skips from one song to another. When Johnny Cash’s ‘Hurt’ comes on Damon flinches before leaning over and turning it off.
“How was work?” he finally speaks.
“Yeah, it was good. It went pretty quick which is always a good thing.”
Are we really making small talk?
He nods as we pull up to the car park of his apartment and for the first time I feel scared. Not scared of Damon, but scared of what will happen to me if he decides he no longer wants to see me. I am fragile enough as it is and I’m not sure that my heart can take any more pain. He gets out of the car and before I can even think about getting out myself, he is around my side opening the door for me. He holds my hand to help me out and keeps tight hold as we walk through the building and into his apartment.
It is just how I remembered it last night.
Was it really only last night? It feels like a lifetime ago.
“Can I take your coat for you?” I slip it off and hand it to him with a grateful smile. “Drink?” he asks as he walks towards the kitchen.
“What do you have?”
“Pepsi, coffee, tea, wine, vodka, water.”
“I will have a wine please.” He pours the wine into two glasses and walks over towards where I have situated myself on one of the sofas.
Why does this feel so awkward when last night it felt so right? And why am I asking so many questions? I need to relax and let it just flow. Everything will be just fine.
He hands me my wine, I take a sip and let the cool crisp liquid run down my throat. My insides warm instantly and I feel more relaxed. I turn towards him as he sits himself down on the sofa next to me.
“I have a question,” I start. “How is this going to work between us? I have an appointment with you tomorrow as my shrink. Don’t you think it’s going to be a bit awkward?” He turns to look me in the eye.
“Isabelle, If you want to speak to someone else then I can recommend a colleague of mine. I won’t be offended, I promise. I will try to remain professional at work. I may be your…lover?” He looks pained when he says the word and I am stunned by this admission. It was a question but he doesn’t wait for me to correct him on what we are. I mean, I don’t even know myself what we are or what any of this is. “But I also help people and at this very moment you’re more important to me than any patient ever has been or will be.” I try to lower my head but he reaches up and clasps my chin to stop me.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you I felt like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once. You don’t see it, do you? You don’t see the pureness in your eyes, the beauty of your soul. You don’t see yourself how I see you. You see this scared broken young lady that has never had anyone to help fix her. I see a person who has been through hell and who is still standing and still fighting. A person who has lived her life grieving for a parent that she lost way too soon for anyone. But you know what else I see Isabelle?” I can barely breathe as he is making his speech. I gaze into his eyes, totally lost in the
“I have missed this face.” He kisses my cheek. “I have missed these lips.” He kisses my mouth. “I have missed this neck.” He kisses my neck. “And I have most definitely missed these babies.” He smirks, as he runs his fingers over my nipples. “Let me take you to my place!” It’s not a question, more a statement. I just nod my head unable to find the words to answer him. I blush at his words, it’s amazing how comfortable he is around me. We drive in silence as the CD player skips from one song to another. When Johnny Cash’s ‘Hurt’ comes on Damon flinches before leaning over and turning it off.
“How was work?” he finally speaks.
“Yeah, it was good. It went pretty quick which is always a good thing.”
Are we really making small talk?
He nods as we pull up to the car park of his apartment and for the first time I feel scared. Not scared of Damon, but scared of what will happen to me if he decides he no longer wants to see me. I am fragile enough as it is and I’m not sure that my heart can take any more pain. He gets out of the car and before I can even think about getting out myself, he is around my side opening the door for me. He holds my hand to help me out and keeps tight hold as we walk through the building and into his apartment.
It is just how I remembered it last night.
Was it really only last night? It feels like a lifetime ago.
“Can I take your coat for you?” I slip it off and hand it to him with a grateful smile. “Drink?” he asks as he walks towards the kitchen.
“What do you have?”
“Pepsi, coffee, tea, wine, vodka, water.”
“I will have a wine please.” He pours the wine into two glasses and walks over towards where I have situated myself on one of the sofas.
Why does this feel so awkward when last night it felt so right? And why am I asking so many questions? I need to relax and let it just flow. Everything will be just fine.
He hands me my wine, I take a sip and let the cool crisp liquid run down my throat. My insides warm instantly and I feel more relaxed. I turn towards him as he sits himself down on the sofa next to me.
“I have a question,” I start. “How is this going to work between us? I have an appointment with you tomorrow as my shrink. Don’t you think it’s going to be a bit awkward?” He turns to look me in the eye.
“Isabelle, If you want to speak to someone else then I can recommend a colleague of mine. I won’t be offended, I promise. I will try to remain professional at work. I may be your…lover?” He looks pained when he says the word and I am stunned by this admission. It was a question but he doesn’t wait for me to correct him on what we are. I mean, I don’t even know myself what we are or what any of this is. “But I also help people and at this very moment you’re more important to me than any patient ever has been or will be.” I try to lower my head but he reaches up and clasps my chin to stop me.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you I felt like all my Christmases and birthdays had come at once. You don’t see it, do you? You don’t see the pureness in your eyes, the beauty of your soul. You don’t see yourself how I see you. You see this scared broken young lady that has never had anyone to help fix her. I see a person who has been through hell and who is still standing and still fighting. A person who has lived her life grieving for a parent that she lost way too soon for anyone. But you know what else I see Isabelle?” I can barely breathe as he is making his speech. I gaze into his eyes, totally lost in the
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