Falling For His Therapist

sistant gave me, skimming over the informat

an I

four. His mother abandoned him when he was just a baby, but came b

to overcoming selective mutism. I kept reading further. My heart dropped. App

If that's even possible. Sometimes a client may never experience the freei

ere I am, I still feel so unprepared. I have several cli

ixed. I'm not saying my clients need fixing, but being in ther

After doctor Riley's passing due to old age, all of his clients

all of his clients, but I'm sure he has his reasons

I the youngest in my department, but I'm also fairly new. I've only been working

er had a client like Mr. Isaacs. I just hope I'll be able to

und of someone knocking on the door filling my

nd sat up straighter

in walked my newest

n his arms and neck. There was just so m

n to race as my body stiffened. "Welcome Mr. Isaacs," I greete

Declan." He took a seat in the dark brown leathered chair

s, which he somehow managed to make look oh so attractive. The shirt

at. His green eyes bore heavily into me, his eyes scaling my

prefer some

ne," he murmured, his

the hem of my black dress, attempting and

ract myself from the discomfort I feel under Declan's piercing gaze. "So, I

in my notepad, I moved on to my next qu

econd time. "

t that?" I still haven't looked up, his e

N

taking the medication doc

es

s that be

in

comfort on his end. "I know I'm not doctor Riley, but I really am here to help." He d

l up. His shoulders were tense, the muscles in his face tight.

essure him to open up to me. I wanted him to feel as comfortable

finally spoke after a mo

Cla

head. "Your

ya

s lip. He hummed, seeming to enjoy the wa

ting that our session had ended. Not much was said,

pockets of his jeans. He made his way over to the d

ked, his eyes skimming over me on

duration of our session. I fanned myself with my hand, feeling ho