“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. “What do you mean why am I looking at you? You’ve been sitting here for approximately three minutes staring off into space somewhere or avoiding my eyes so you wouldn’t have to answer my question.” He tenderly touched the inside of her scarred wrist. She hated when he did that. It made her skin crawl to know that he knew one of her secrets and felt bold enough to arrogantly touch her like he owned that secret. She slid her arm farther away from him and looked out into the vast expanse of water. If things had gone as planned yesterday, she would be bloated to three times her size right now and drifting out to the edge of that sea, part of her body already digested by some overzealous fish. She blinked her eyes in a lame attempt to shake the image and the latent sad feelings. “There you go again,” he said, almost to himself. She put her face in her hands and then smoothed her hands over her face and down through her hair. How did they get to this point? When did it become okay to have a sexual relationship with her therapist?
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Date: 2008-11-01 06:02 am (UTC)“What do you mean why am I looking at you? You’ve been sitting here for approximately three minutes staring off into space somewhere or avoiding my eyes so you wouldn’t have to answer my question.” He tenderly touched the inside of her scarred wrist.
She hated when he did that. It made her skin crawl to know that he knew one of her secrets and felt bold enough to arrogantly touch her like he owned that secret.
She slid her arm farther away from him and looked out into the vast expanse of water. If things had gone as planned yesterday, she would be bloated to three times her size right now and drifting out to the edge of that sea, part of her body already digested by some overzealous fish. She blinked her eyes in a lame attempt to shake the image and the latent sad feelings.
“There you go again,” he said, almost to himself.
She put her face in her hands and then smoothed her hands over her face and down through her hair. How did they get to this point? When did it become okay to have a sexual relationship with her therapist?