When I fell in love with my psychiatrist

Chapter Eleven

After the session, things had become a bit stilted between Will and I. It wasn't like we were so awkward toward each other that we couldn't talk or anything. It was more like a me situation.

I didn't know how exactly I was supposed to behave. I know got what he meant by the lines. Yes. The lines between our professional and personal lives were getting blurred. I mean it is not like I can control my hormone secretions when I was around him. It’s not like they had this on and off switch that you could just switch at your convenience. If only I could turn off that tingling between my legs that I normally felt when I gazed upon his hotness.

I just wanted to act like a teddy bear with him when we were home at his apartment. Hug him, climb him like a koala, whine. But I was scared of doing this. I didn't want my behavior with him to be psychological focus that week. Like I just had to have the hots for my psychiatrist whose job was to psychoanalyze my every move right? Jeez a girl can’t take a break around here.

Anywho, I understood what he said to an extent. But I didn't want to repeat Monday again. The first few moments, when I felt like he was trying to psychoanalyze me, were one of the most hurtful things I had ever experienced. I thought now that I was living with him we were past this whole doctor patient stoic thing. Though I couldn’t deny that he was good at his job.

I mean, I guess the rest of the session was not that bad. But what, it was a paltry ten minutes of the sixty minutes we had for each session.

I had thought after we had broken that ice, things were going to get comfortable. But I was wrong. The s****l tension was at a high. And it made things awkward. I didn't know what to do. I was not that confident girl. I didn't know how to react to these types of situations. I know I come off most times like this super confident, do it all kinda girl but honestly, it might have just been a front. See a psychiatrist for ten years of your life and even you will believe that you have issues cause maybe you actually do.

Urgh. This whole thing with Will and everything was getting me messed up.

So as I sat in his car looking out the windows at anything and everything that wasn’t Will as we drove back home; apparently I was his last client of the day, I pondered on how to get over the tension.

“Should we get groceries on our way back?” he asked in a low timbre that sent me dreaming. Damn it girl. Get a grip! I had literally been listening to him talk all this time while I stared into space and his voice still affected me. I needed to get laid and I needed to get laid soon.

“Yeah I guess” I murmured uninterestedly and traced patterns on the glass with my finger.

“You are going to have to be more coherent than that sweetheart” he said as we turned into the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. My stomach did flips at the pet name. Speaking of stomachs, I was hungry.

“Fine” I said exaggeratedly dragging the “I” of the fine and huffed.

He laughed and got out of his side of the car and came to pull my lazy butt out of my side. I was being a child so I ended up just lying on the ground in the middle of the parking lot with Will hovering over me. He laughed again at my behavior.

“You know, with you acting like this it’s hard not to believe that u do have mental issues” he said with an evil glint in his eye.

Oh no he didn’t. I know he was like my supposed psychiatrist….ok actual psychiatrist and all but that was a low move. Getting up from the ground, I dusted myself and glared at his taller form.

“It is you who has mental issues” I poorly retorted and marched into the store. His melodic laughter sounded again behind me ashes moved up to join me.

“You are cute when you’re mad. I’m sorry. Can I make it up by cooking for you?” he asked huskily by my ear.

See what I meant by mixed signals? You thought I was exaggerating weren’t you? One minute he was my annoying psychiatrist, the next he was this sweet guy huskily whispering wonderful food dreams of escape in my ear. I was so confused.

At least he offered to cook. I mean, it couldn’t hurt being confused while eating delicious food made by an equally deliciously hopefully shirtless guy right? Right?

“Fine. You can cook for me. But it better be good.” I mocked.

“Oh sweetheart. When it comes to me, it is always good” he said and went into the store leaving me dumbfounded outside. Oh. My. Panties.

So turns out, cooking with Will...more like Will doing all the work while I glare daggers at his shirt willing I could mentally burn it off was actually fun. So much fun.

We were currently singing and dancing along to the most un-Will like song I could find on Spotify. When I was not shouting at the top of my lungs, I was laughing hysterically at Will. He was hilarious.

Speaking of which, at the moment, he held his spatula to his lips like a microphone, held his stomach and did the perfect rock star bend while belting out the chorus.

Hey I just met you

And this is crazy

So here’s my number

And call me maybe

Doing the perfect finish, he poured some spices into the pan, turned to me and bowed. I laughed so hard I fell to the floor, where I continued laughing and wheezing like a dying goat. Pretty attractive right?

This guy was just full of surprises.

Suddenly, a laugh lodged in my throat and I started coughing uncontrollably, eyes stinging at the loss of air. Will was immediately by my side, all amusement gone lifted me from the floor and placed me on the counter, tapping my back gently, offering me a glass of water from the counter.

When I had calmed down and I could breathe properly, I laughed lightly and poked his chest with my finger.

“You are something else Dr. Will” I laughed.

“And you are something else.” He said, voice low and husky, eyes flitting to my lips and back to my eyes, eyes expressing longing, the mood in the room considerably changing. It was then I realized the position we were in. I was sat on the counter and he was standing in between my legs, mere centimeters separating us. If I just leant down, just a bit, I could kiss him.

In my head I was screaming ‘kiss me! Kiss me you professional buffoon! Kiss me you deliciously handsome jerk! Just f*****g kiss me already!’ but of course, Will being Will, so f*****g responsible and all that shiz would not let himself break professional ties and kiss a patient.

Urgh! I was so tired of being a patient already.

Shaking his head, he turned to the pan that was boiling over with deliciously scenting sauce. Turning back to me, he smiled and gave one last longing glance at my lips.

“Dinner is ready” he smiled and left to go dish the food.

Fuck my life.

All I wanted was for him to kiss me and maybe something more but nooooo.....he couldn’t. The food just had to be served. I mean, I wasn’t even that hungry.

As if to embarrass me more, my stomach growled and Will laughed as I blushed. Way to turn on me right now stomach. Geez. A girl really couldn’t catch a break.

“I see someone’s hungry. Not to worry. A plate of hot, steaming pasta and meatballs coming right up. Nothing like Italian to cheer you up eh” he laughed and I jumped down from the counter to take one of the seats as he put a plate in front of me.

He fixed a plate for himself and while he was doing so, a crazy idea came into my head. I knew I shouldn’t do it but who would find out right? Quickly taking out my phone, I took a picture of him with his back turned to me as he was dishing out the food. Satisfied with the pictures, I uploaded it on my private i********: with the hashtag #whenbaecooks.

I knew it was stupid and dumb but his back was turned to the camera, nobody will ever know it was Will, he will never find out and very few of the people around me had my private i********: anyway. I was good. It was a back picture. Nothing will happen.

“Everything alright?” he asked as he turned to me and set his place on the counter, taking a seat. I closed my phone and set it face down on the counter. I smiled.

“Yeah. Everything’s good.”

Seeming satisfied, he motioned to my plate and my stomach growled again. I blushed. Avoiding his probably mocking gaze.

“Bon appetite.” He said and I immediate put a forkful into my mouth. Almost immediately, I let out a very loud moan at the savory goodness exploding in my tongue. Damn this was good.

A fork clattered on a plate and I turned to see Will staring at me with hooded eyes. He looked pained even. Ignoring his weirdness,

“Why aren’t you eating? By the way, this is so good. My God! Where did you learn to cook like that?” I asked genuinely.

After a while, he cleared his throat and shifted himself awkwardly on his chair.

“Erm…My mum taught me. She loves cooking. As for the Italian dish, I think one of my far ancestors were Italian so the recipes were passed down. Kinda” he said awkwardly. Why was he awkward? Anyway…..

“Oh. Okay. You should definitely teach me how to cook it sometime. Maybe I’ll send the food to my mother to rub it in her face that I can cook something that good when she can’t cook. Maybe even my sister as well” I thought wickedly and he just shook his head at me, a small smile on his lips.

Will was no fun.

“I will teach you. But not for those reasons.”

“Fine” I said dramatically and continued eating the delicious food, thoughts and plans of irking my sister and mother running through my head.