Shawn's POV
"She's dating him."
Dr. Reeves looks up from his notebook.
"Who?"
He knows damn well who.
"Kristal."
"And 'him'?"
"Dr. Davidson."
"How do you know they're dating?"
I open my mouth, then close it.
Technically...
"I don't."
Dr. Reeves waits.
Fuck.
"I saw them together."
"Doing what?"
"Talking. Flirting."
"How do you know?"
"Because I have eyes. He touched her hair, she let him, and she was smiling at him."
Dr. Reeves sets his pen down.
"Why does any of that matter?"
My jaw tightens.
Because she's mine.
The thought comes so naturally that it disgusts me.
Apparently, my face gives me away.
"What were you about to say?"
"Nothing."
"Say it."
I stare at the floor.
"Because some part of me still thinks she's mine."
There. Another ugly truth for the therapy
