I slid their notes to the side and started going back into my digital files from the first couple of the day. But somehow my mind kept drifting back to B.
The physical reaction my body had when I did, made me shake my head in disbelief. It’s been almost a year since the night that we spent together. And we had gone almost just as long without seeing each other. The fact that she could still walk into a room and cause my dick to get hard at just the thought of her had even me confused, but it was the reality.
Thumbing through the pages of my notes, I fought to get my mind together and my body to follow suit. By the time I finished my notes, it was almost time to see the 12:30 patient. Out of curiosity, I clicked Thompson’s profile and selected their appointments tab. They hadn’t scheduled another one.
That was interesting, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Before seeing her at the coffee shop a month ago, I didn’t think that she would ever sit across from me again. Now, two sessions deep, she had awakened some shit I tried to let go. Maybe disappearing again would be the solution. It wasn’t her absence that bothered me; it was being in her presence and knowing that I couldn’t have her bent over, calling my name, creaming on my dick, that did.
Breeze
“Knock, knock,” I said as I tapped my husband’s door lightly and then pushed it open. He was sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers, highlighters, and stacks of folders that looked like they hadn’t been filed in weeks but were all from the last two days.
“What’s up, ma?” He asked as he glanced up quickly.
“Nothing, I’m just checking to see if you need anything before I call it a day,” I said as I leaned over his desk and waited for him to respond.
“Yeah, I do actually. On your way out, tell Natalie that she needs to update the website. We have twenty new imports here, but they aren’t listed.” He went from page to page of one stack, scribbling the same signature on each document.
“Gotcha, boss. I’ll see you later,” I teased as I leaned forward and kissed him. Then grabbed the things that I had sat in the chair and started to leave.
“Ma…” He stopped me just as I turned.
“Hmm?” I waited for him to assign another task to me.
“It’s been six days since we left therapy. What are we doing? We need to schedule another session?” He set the pen down, looking at me intently.
I put my things back in the seat and took the empty one next to them. Tim and I hadn’t talked much, if at all, about what we had discussed in our last therapy session. I think the topic still feels a little uncomfortable for both of us. After all, one encounter doesn’t omit the fact that this is still very new territory for us.
“If you think we need another session, then we can schedule one. But I think that we should be able to communicate without someone prompting us.”
“Okay, what changed? You went from saying no to agreeing. What’s up with that?” He asked, concerned.
“It wasn’t until he put into perspective that we may be curious about certain things that we might not ever get to experience based on the other’s comfort level. I just feel like if we don’t have an issue with the other exploring, then why hold back? I’m still dead set on not doing it often, though. That’s not changing.”
He nodded deep in thought.
“Aight, I’m with it.” He shrugged, making me laugh.
I unlocked my phone and looked at the calendar. Last year, we agreed that, going forward, we would take a vacation every quarter. Next month marked the end of the quarter, so we could schedule our encounters then.
“What do you think about scheduling them for next month. During our week vacation?”
“So, we spend the week together and have Friday-Sunday apart?” He asked for clarity.
“Or until the next Monday. I’m thinking we should do a destination. Like an actual vacation. That’ll also alleviate some of the pressure of being seen or running into each other,” I added.
“Are you going with the same person?” He asked. The question caught me a little off guard. But I had just preached about having tough conversations without a mediator. Reluctantly, I nodded.
“You?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I didn’t expect the little pinch in my chest. I guess I was playing it safe by staying with Quentin. But “safe” doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Honestly, I hoped Tim would live it up and not get stuck with someone. I tucked the feeling away as quickly as it came.
“Alright, we’re exchanging information, though, Breeze. If you’re leaving the state or country, I need to know where you are, which hotel you’ll be at, and your flight details. I know our terms, I don’t have to know who you’re with, but I need to know how to get to you if I need to,” He stated, leaving no room for me to disagree. I understood his reasoning perfectly.
“You’re right, baby. We can discuss the specifics once I finalize them; I’m going to call it a night.” I stood, grabbing my bag.
I kissed him again before I left.
