Forbidden Feelings

s he spoke. There was something liberating about Ryan

st," Ryan said, instead his voice quivering

"You're not alone, Ryan," she told him.

forming in his throat. No one ha

ve a whisper. "Just talking to you doesn't write t

felt like things were about to get complicated. He was

ion. Ryan knew how stupid it was to feel this way, and he understood that he was risking too much. Therefore, he already was not able to li

directly at his eyes, ''What?" Emma's voice was soft, calming to Ryan. Ryan hesitated, but the usual restraint dropped,

y from his. ''Ryan, I...'', Emma started to say but did not finish. Ryan sighed, aware of the awkwardness and a young woman's discomfort, ''I am sorry, I should not have said that'', and t

''. The woman agreed: ''I appreciate that. Now let's focus on your therapy''. Ryan was

ned look in his eyes. He knew it would be diffi

ions churning inside her. She knew she needed to keep a profe

ir therapy sessions. Emma knew he was a distraction, bu

knew Emma was off-limits, but there was

ssions. Emma had done her best to keep it professional, but 

heir hands brushed. It was a fleeting, innocent

electricity. He gazed at Emma,

 for Ryan beyond anything professional. Sh

is feelings. He could no longer pr

ions and the consequences. She had to question if she were to start dating Ryan, as a thera

was his therapist, and that he was forbidden from a relat

eir emotions. They started sneaking looks at each other, the

's office one day, Ryan said, "C

he knew she shouldn't agree, b

d, her voice al

e said. "I'll pick you

at once. She was taking a risk she knew it, but she cou

ond. They took long walks, had deep conversations and explored

she was making a mistake. She was throwing away everythin

ty deepened. She knew she had to deci

ionship with Ryan, or should she follow her he

e, and Emma knew that consequence