"The cab you requested is here."
"Excellent," was all Stefan replied. The bright sun engulfed us as we stepped onto the sidewalk.
As promised, a bright yellow cab sat in front of the building, and Stefan led us directly to it. We stopped at the door, but he took hold of my arm again to keep me from opening it.
"You are seriously mistaken if you think I'm going to accept any money from you. And you are wrong to think I could ever just let you go. I'm not giving up that easily, and I don't care what you say; you're meant to be in my life and I will always be a part of yours. So get over it." He moved my hair away from my shoulder and lowered his lips to the skin below my ear. Sensations swirled unnaturally throughout every muscle, vein, and inch of my skin. Those full lips left such a tender kiss that I almost wondered if I imagined it. By the time I thought I had a hold of the touch, it was gone.
"I'll see you soon, Greyson Rose."
And before I could respond, or process anything he said, the door was opened and I was sat onto the seat.
"25 Dartmouth Street," he bellowed to the driver and with a wave he was gone. Leaving me driving away in a car wondering what the hell just happened.
I sat in the back of the cab in a total and complete daze. I was stunned that I had just been in Stefan's presence once again. After years this man still had a hold on my heart and I loathed it. It hadn't mattered that I went in there with fire in my eyes; the instant I saw him, I was putty in his hands. Letting him get close and touch me while I breathed him in unapologetically. It had been as if I forgot who I was when he was near. Before I even realized what had happened-it was over. And here I sat in a shocked silence, heading back home.
Wait a minute … home? Did I give the driver my home address, or had Stefan?
"Excuse me, sir," I beckoned to the driver. "Where are we going?"
He cast an annoyed look at me for interrupting his talk radio and answered in a huff. "25 Dartmouth."
"Is that what he said??" The tone of my voice grew into an even higher pitch and I felt my body rattle.
"Yes, was he wrong?"
"Well, no, but I don't want to go there!" He didn't even bothered hiding his sigh of irritation.
"Well, where do you want to go, lady?"
A million places came to mind, but only one was a viable option, "Psychology Today, please!"
With another sigh he flipped on the blinker to turn us around while I practically bounced on the seat, my nerves getting the better of me.
We arrived and I flipped him some money, a nice little tip included, and bolted up to the suite I needed. The waiting room held a handful of people and the receptionists looked occupied with clients. What captured my attention was the door that was normally locked to go back to the therapists had just been opened. No way would they let me in to see Amy if I didn't have an appointment or if someone else was back there, but I needed to talk to her-now!
As fast as my legs could carry me, I bolted forward through the door and didn't stop until I reached Amy's closed office door. Without a second thought I burst it open and threw myself into her office.
"It's because of him! That's why I still come here." A fresh waterfall of tears I didn't know were there began flowing out. My hands covered my eyes and my head shook. "It's all because of him."
"Grey?" Amy's voice sounded from the other side of my closed eyes; a soft touch on my shoulder came next. "Did something happen?"
Slowly I uncovered my eyes and looked at her concerned expression. "Yeah, something happened."
For the first time I noticed the woman in a floral dress print, seated on the couch I usually occupied. She seemed shocked that I was there, but at least she didn't look pissed at this completely rude interruption.
"I'm so sorry," I whimpered out to her.
The woman's eyes bugged out in surprise as she shook her head back and forth. "No worries, listen, you seem to need Amy more than I do right now. You can stay if you'd like."
I looked to Amy's face for a reaction. I'd be lying if I said I didn't need to stay, but this was not my time. She took my silence as asking for permission and proceeded with the questions I would be asking.
"Sasha, are you sure? We do only meet once a week, so this is rightfully your time."
Sasha waved a hand of dismissal in the air and grabbed her purse from the ground. "I'll schedule another one later in the week if I need more time, but I'll just plan on coming back next week."