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"Behind every silver lining is a cloud."
Forrest Erickson
mood
Willing.
outfit
Compression shirt with snowboard pants.
location
Emaras home/office
Forrest cast a sideways glance at Emara, his brow knitting together in confusion as he tried to decipher her words.
"So, you thought it was a good idea to bring this home just because a therapist owned it? That's quite the perspective," he remarked, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise.
He struggled to understand how her comment connected to the conversation he was eager to have, though he didn't intend to sound so confrontational; his emotions were simply getting the better of him.
As he listened intently to her elaborate on her thoughts, his gaze remained fixed on her, while his mind wandered around the house, mentally aligning it with what he imagined her living space would look like..neat, inviting, and devoid of chaos, just as he had envisioned.
Processing her skepticism about how he had located her, he swiftly pulled out his phone, revealing her contact information with a casual flick of his thumb. "You’re not exactly hard to track down, Emara Linchette. Being a therapist means you have to maintain a public presence," he stated, his eyes shifting from the screen back to her, his expression shifting to one of clarity.
"It’s the same for me; if someone looks me up, they’ll find that I offer personal training sessions. You provide therapy to those in need, so it’s only natural that people can find you easily, just as I did." With a resigned sigh, he turned off his phone, feeling the need to clarify that he wasn’t a stalker, but rather someone genuinely intrigued by her.
He mulled over her words, nodding slowly as he processed her thoughts. "I understand where you’re coming from," he said, his hands coming together, thumbs brushing over his knuckles in a thoughtful gesture...
"I never intended to pursue anything..with you," he continued, raising his gaze to meet hers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke...
"You fascinate me, Emara. You’d think therapists would keep things strictly professional, right?" His question lingered in the air, not just in his words but also in the intensity of his gaze..
"And while you certainly maintained your professionalism, I can’t help but feel there was something more. Am I wrong in thinking you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed yours?" His gaze narrowed even more.. which seemed to pierce through the layers of her carefully constructed persona. He could sense the walls she had built around herself, fortified by years of training and experience, yet there was something undeniably magnetic about her... he contemplated her words about professionalism.. about him understanding thos boundaries.. in which he did.. sort of.
Forrest felt a pang of empathy for her struggle. "Boundaries are important, I get that," he said, his voice earnest. "But sometimes, they can also keep us from experiencing genuine connections... I’m not here to push you into anything you’re not ready for, but I can’t help but feel there’s something worth exploring between us."
Forrest caught the subtle flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a delicate dance of emotions that pulled him closer, like a moth drawn to a flame... He sensed the cracks forming in her composure, the way her voice trembled as she spoke, and how her gaze darted away, betraying her inner turmoil...
"Emara, I'm not your patient anymore; you can speak your truth to me," he declared, rising from his chair and moving to sit beside her, maintaining a respectful distance yet close enough to observe the nuances of her expression..—the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips pressed together as if holding back a flood of emotions..
"You don’t have to be my support alone; I’m here for you too," he continued, his eyes steady and sincere, radiating a warmth that dispelled any lingering doubt. "I understand how vital your boundaries are. If you need to tell me to walk away, to say there was never anything between us, I will respect that." He nodded slowly, reinforcing his commitment to her wishes, but deep down, a persistent hope lingered; even if she pushed him away, he knew he would find his way back to her, for he was determined yet gentle, never one to force someone into a space they weren’t ready to occupy.
He could see the conflict warring within her, the desire to confide battling against the fear of vulnerability.. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing second, but he held back, respecting the invisible line she had drawn.
"So, you thought it was a good idea to bring this home just because a therapist owned it? That's quite the perspective," he remarked, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise.
He struggled to understand how her comment connected to the conversation he was eager to have, though he didn't intend to sound so confrontational; his emotions were simply getting the better of him.
As he listened intently to her elaborate on her thoughts, his gaze remained fixed on her, while his mind wandered around the house, mentally aligning it with what he imagined her living space would look like..neat, inviting, and devoid of chaos, just as he had envisioned.
Processing her skepticism about how he had located her, he swiftly pulled out his phone, revealing her contact information with a casual flick of his thumb. "You’re not exactly hard to track down, Emara Linchette. Being a therapist means you have to maintain a public presence," he stated, his eyes shifting from the screen back to her, his expression shifting to one of clarity.
"It’s the same for me; if someone looks me up, they’ll find that I offer personal training sessions. You provide therapy to those in need, so it’s only natural that people can find you easily, just as I did." With a resigned sigh, he turned off his phone, feeling the need to clarify that he wasn’t a stalker, but rather someone genuinely intrigued by her.
He mulled over her words, nodding slowly as he processed her thoughts. "I understand where you’re coming from," he said, his hands coming together, thumbs brushing over his knuckles in a thoughtful gesture...
"I never intended to pursue anything..with you," he continued, raising his gaze to meet hers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke...
"You fascinate me, Emara. You’d think therapists would keep things strictly professional, right?" His question lingered in the air, not just in his words but also in the intensity of his gaze..
"And while you certainly maintained your professionalism, I can’t help but feel there was something more. Am I wrong in thinking you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed yours?" His gaze narrowed even more.. which seemed to pierce through the layers of her carefully constructed persona. He could sense the walls she had built around herself, fortified by years of training and experience, yet there was something undeniably magnetic about her... he contemplated her words about professionalism.. about him understanding thos boundaries.. in which he did.. sort of.
Forrest felt a pang of empathy for her struggle. "Boundaries are important, I get that," he said, his voice earnest. "But sometimes, they can also keep us from experiencing genuine connections... I’m not here to push you into anything you’re not ready for, but I can’t help but feel there’s something worth exploring between us."
Forrest caught the subtle flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a delicate dance of emotions that pulled him closer, like a moth drawn to a flame... He sensed the cracks forming in her composure, the way her voice trembled as she spoke, and how her gaze darted away, betraying her inner turmoil...
"Emara, I'm not your patient anymore; you can speak your truth to me," he declared, rising from his chair and moving to sit beside her, maintaining a respectful distance yet close enough to observe the nuances of her expression..—the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips pressed together as if holding back a flood of emotions..
"You don’t have to be my support alone; I’m here for you too," he continued, his eyes steady and sincere, radiating a warmth that dispelled any lingering doubt. "I understand how vital your boundaries are. If you need to tell me to walk away, to say there was never anything between us, I will respect that." He nodded slowly, reinforcing his commitment to her wishes, but deep down, a persistent hope lingered; even if she pushed him away, he knew he would find his way back to her, for he was determined yet gentle, never one to force someone into a space they weren’t ready to occupy.
He could see the conflict warring within her, the desire to confide battling against the fear of vulnerability.. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing second, but he held back, respecting the invisible line she had drawn.
Thinkin Bout You
Frank Ocean
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