The Fallout (The Therapist #3) - W.S. Greer Page 0,50

This is it. This is how we consummate the rebirth of our marriage.

Our hands roam all over the place, gripping and pulling at our clothes as we walk with our eyes pinched shut. Eli takes steps backwards as I am the aggressor, keeping us connected by our mouths as we walk into the living room. I lift Eli’s shirt over his head, and he pulls my button-up off of me before we fall onto the couch together.

We kiss like we never want to be separate again, and before I can think about anything at all, both of us are naked and I’m straddling him. The second I feel him slide his thickness into me, I’m hit with a rush of emotions that threaten to bring tears to my eyes. I know what the underlying reason is, but the emotions are a thick mixture of each other, and I can't pinpoint why I want to cry. It’s a concoction of the pain from his mistake and the undying love I feel for him. It’s how much I miss our relationship and how confused I am at how he could hurt me the way he did. It’s sadness at how long it has been since we made love and pure joy that it’s finally happening.

I don't know if men realize how much they destroy us when they cheat, or how much strength it takes for us to build ourselves back up after they break us down. This has been a long, bumpy road covered in landmines, but the path ahead finally looks straight and clear.

After it’s all over and we’ve both orgasmed, I end up laying with Eli on the couch. He wraps his arms around me and holds me in place as we cover ourselves with a blanket and turn Netflix back on. Neither of us says a word. We simply lay together and enjoy the silence.

Who knows what the future holds for Eli and me. This week, I feel like forgiving him, next week I may think it’s time to end our marriage. That's what happens when someone breaks their vows. There's a ton of confusion and emotion that can pull you in directions you didn't know existed. Some days it feels impossible to get over, but for now, as we lay on this couch together, I feel confident and sure about it. Today feels like home.

I don't need words or overzealous shows of affection. Tonight, all I need is the two of us and the silence.

A GRAND FINALE

27

~ Malcolm ~

When I see her sitting in front of me today, wearing the fuck out of a dark gray skirt and white button-up, it’s not the same as it was during our first visit. When I walked into Dr. Evelyn Monroe’s office the very first time, I recognized how gorgeous she is. She was stunning with her flowing red hair and captivating blue eyes. I couldn't help but stare at her, but I was here for the therapy. I needed to get Ava extracted from my mind, and Dr. Monroe was the one who would do it using therapy as my guide. Everything was working out just fine, but then we went too far, and now all I can see is my desire to fuck her playing out in front of me like a vivid dream.

It was only a week ago when I heard Dr. Monroe masturbating in her office to thoughts of me, displayed by how enthusiastically she called my name as she came all over the red dress she was wearing. I’ve done a lot of freaky shit in my life, but listening to her may have been the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. I was stunned and frozen in place as I listened. Once you hear something like that, you don't just act like you didn't hear it. I can't do that, and now it’s all I can think about. I’ve had an entire week to think about it, and now we’re back in the same navy blue chairs as last week.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind, Dr. Colson,” Dr. Monroe says, pressing pause on the movie of me fucking her that was playing in my head. “Would you like to begin the session by telling me what you're thinking? Is it Ava?”

Frowning, I reply, “Definitely not,” before adjusting in my seat and getting more comfortable. “I was actually thinking a lot about last week—about our last session together.”

Dr. Monroe’s mouth twists for