MAD OVER YOU
BELLEi met a man that wasn't therestares at you with my neurodivergent little facei've been sitting in the corneraffair with my boss
“I'll be waiting.“
My gaze followed Zagreb as he took his leave. I pulled out a bottle of water from within my desk, twisted its cap open, and gulped down its contents.
It was a ritual I often did when I was anxious.
“Are you anxious?“ a familiar voice asked. Even if I was asleep, I would have been able to recognize that voice.
My whole body tensed as Aiden's face came into view. Today, he was dressed in a gray shirt again and dark blue jeans.
“We don't have a session today,“ my voice came out barely above a whisper.
“I'm not here for a session,“ Aiden revealed, taking slow but deliberate steps toward me. “I'm here to remind you of whom you belong to.“
Before I could wrap my head around what