Falling In Love With Therapist Novels & Stories

Liam’s face visibly fell. His jaw tightened. I saw the pain flash across his eyes — the same pain I had caused so many times before. The therapist nodded neutrally, but I could feel the session shifting into dangerous territory. That night, after another intense but ultimately unsatisfying lovemaking session where I had to fake my final orgasm, the crack became a dangerous fissure. Liam had fallen asleep holding me. His warm body pressed against mine should have brought comfort. Instead, it made the hunger worse.

An absurd idea to begin with, seeing as I only met him yesterday. But he was a child and he was fragile. He leaned on me now for comfort. Maybe a bit too much but that was fine. This was fine. He needed someone and he had chosen me. I should be feeling honored. Not horrified. When was the last time I even told my dad I loved him? It was strange to think about. A concept so far out of my reach at the moment. One thing predominantly on my mind was the therapist. Her penetrating gaze. Her dull voice. The way she formed questions and left me crying. The pain that was brought up to the surface after I had tried desperately to shove it down.

How did you fuck that up, man? If I hadn’t already been drowning in my own self-loathing, that would have done it. By the time I got to my therapy session, I was already on edge. The session was a disaster. Every question felt like a knife, every truth too painful to admit. My therapist kept pushing me to accept things, to let go, but how could I? I couldn’t just stop wanting her. I couldn’t just stop loving her. Love wasn’t supposed to be something you turned off like a damn light switch.

"You're the one who drew me while I slept when you were sixteen." "That was different. I was sixteen." "Still creepy." He grinned. Kissed her. "But I liked it." They stayed in bed until noon. Talking. Dozing. Making love slow and lazy. No urgency. Just connection. "I have therapy tomorrow," he said. Face pressed into her hair. "How's that going?" "Good. Hard. But good." He pulled back. Looked at her. "Dr. Voss says I'm making progress. Learning to be vulnerable without shutting down."

CERENA || "WHY do we need a sex therapist Dan?" I sit on his lap with a confused look on my face admiring my good looking husband. I run my fingers through his golden blonde hair as he massages my ass. "Baby I don't like it when you fake your orgasms. It makes me feel bad that I finish and enjoy it but you don't" he looks hurt that I've been faking my orgasm whenever we have sex. Don't get me wrong guys, I love Dan with my whole heart, he's my first love, my first everything. But lately some things have changed.

And was full of love to give out too. She wasn’t lovers out of pity. Not out of obligation. But because she made it impossible not to love her. Zoe improved faster than any of us expected. Therapy sessions, long conversations, quiet tears, she faced them all with a strength that surprised even her doctors. There were still shadows in her eyes sometimes, moments when she drifted too far inward, but she came back. Every time. Tyler came home three days ago.

“Samantha, please listen to me. I’ve always cared about your well-being. But you knew from the beginning that our relationship was that of a doctor and patient. My role was to help you, to guide you—but as your therapist, not more than that.” Samantha’s face crumpled, her bravado collapsing as she let out a strangled sob. The hand holding the knife wavered slightly, her entire body trembling. “But… but I just wanted someone to love me,” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. “Why? Why is it that nobody can love me, not even you?”

"You know how long we take talking. Apparently, those two love birds are renewing their vows." "Really? It is good to hear love is not dead." "It is not. You will see that yourself when you get proper therapy and handle a normal relationship." I frown slightly, turning at a sharp corner. "Proper therapy? I am getting proper therapy." "I meant the one where you are not attracted to your therapist and plan to sleep with him." I rolled my eyes at her. If only she knew. "I am not planning to sleep with him." I lied. "Then why do you have his home address in your purse."

It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. “Fuck, I’ve never been in this position before,” I confessed, as I wiped my nose. “I’m sorry, Harper. I’m undergoing therapy so I can be a better spouse to you. I know your love for me, and I want to be able to reconcile with that love. That’s why I went for therapy. I want to fix this, fix us.”

“You can try to lie to yourself, but that doesn’t change the truth… Somewhere along the way you did fall in love with Chloe. That’s why losing her hurt.” Silence falls after that as the crushing weight of all that I said fills the air. I used to think like him. Back when I had hope. I thought that he only stayed with her because of the lies she told him and that he really didn’t love her. It took my therapist to finally realize that you don’t stay with someone you don’t love for years, well, unless there is something wrong with you. She helped me understand that Noah at one point fell in love with her. I may not know when, and only he can figure that out, but yes, love was very much involved