Falling In Love With Your Therapist Novels & Stories

In that moment, I knew I've fallen for this guy and I've been pinning for him since then. With each therapy session, I grew more obsessed about Dave and I was madly in love with him but I couldn't bring to tell it to him. Having Dave in my life was like the best comfort I've had in years and whenever I was around him I felt like a different person altogether.

Increasing the voltage to its highest level, his screams increased, and his skin began to change colors. I moved towards the caller by the wall. I pressed a button. "Bring a bucket of water" My new phone pinged with a notification. Must be the information I asked for. I brought out my phone, his voice fading into the background. The therapist's information displayed on the screen. I tapped on it. * NAME : Aurora Hayes *AGE: 23 years I paused. Twenty three? Wasn't she too young to be a therapist. I frowned but continued reading. * EDUCATION: None.

Chapter 134 JAXON’S POV Her lips were moving but I wasn't listening. Partly because my shoulder still hurt like shit after being slammed into by another player on the rink last week. Also because I was wondering what it would feel like to slide my dick between those rosy red lips of hers. It started out as an innocent fascination by my therapistㅡ Doctor Trina. Then, it progressed into an obsession that continued to eat at me. Day by day, it got harder, staying in the same office as her during our therapy sessions.

“Never mind that. The point is, he’s very attractive and he’s severely damaged.” “Shit. A twofer. I want his number if he drives a motorcycle since he’s not one of mine.” “Shut up. This isn’t something to joke about.” She leaned against her desk. “Worse, I think he’s a romantic. He believes love is forever.” Meg was silent for a good five seconds. “Quit your job today. You can work here. There’s always an opening for a top-rated therapist.” “That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking. Run, babe. How many sessions a month do you have with him?”

, I told him. "Yes. My therapist didn't like the way I accosted you that day confessing my love. According to her it wasn't a healthy outlet. She said I was coming on to you strongly without respecting you. I'm sorry for that. I know I make you uncomfortable all the time ", he said genuinely. "Are you speaking from your heart?", I clarified. "Yes", he told me. "OK", I said. Even if he was lying I doubt I want to stay inside a room all the time.

“Oh my baby girl! I understand you feeling bad because you are married but left for me, I will tell you to continue just to feel happy but since you want to let things go, why don’t you go for therapy maybe you will be free to open up to a total stranger.” “A therapist..why didn’t I think of that.” “That’s why you have me, I know a good one, his name is Dave Whales, he is really good, we can book you an appointment but in return, tell me more about the night of sin.” “You are silly..okay fine I will tell you some.” * I decided to check up on the therapist online and damn, “He is super hot..” I remained on his page, how can a therapist be this hot?

Within a month, I lost fifteen pounds. I was like someone drowning, cold lake water slowly filling my nose and mouth, flooding into my chest and stomach. No one could save me. And I couldn’t find a way to save myself until I went to see a therapist. She said, “Have you ever heard of exposure therapy?” It was a kind of therapy that meant facing the pain, offering love willingly, until disappointment gradually wore that love away. So that day, I put on makeup, changed into new clothes, lifted a smile, and went to see Peter.

"You....you were in love with me? During our sessions?" "God, yes. From very early on. The way you'd cry and then laugh in the same breath. The way you'd challenge me when you thought I was wrong. The way you'd look at me with those eyes....like I was the only person who'd ever really seen you." He ran his hand through his hair. "I'm a professional, Sophia. I've been a therapist for twenty years. I've had hundreds of patients. And I've never.....never felt this way about any of them. Only you."

I muttered, though even I didn’t believe it. Her lips curved in relief, and she leaned her head gently against my shoulder. I let her stay, even though it made me slightly uncomfortable. Heavens! I took a slow deep breath, my hand fisting into a tight ball. I love this woman so much, but why? What kind of man loves his wife but can't feel it anymore? Could it be that my therapist isn’t doing a good job? Do I need another therapist? Vienna is the woman my heart yearns for. I know I love her. But...but can someone suddenly fall out of love…for the woman he once wanted so desperately?

“That’s not the only thing love is.” He stares at me as if the concept is foreign. So I say it, quietly, deliberately, like placing a suture: “Love is also staying. Love is also choosing not to become a monster even when you’re terrified.” Dawson’s eyes shine, and he looks away like he’s ashamed of the wetness gathering. “Therapist would like you,” I add softly. A breathy laugh escapes him, small and broken. “Yeah? Think so?” “I do,” I whisper. “Because you’re trying.”