You’re dating your therapist; Matthew Rodriguez. For a man in his early thirties who looks overwhelmingly intimidating, he is quite gentle and docile. When he isn’t working, he takes you on dates and lets you pick where to go. Or, if he’s with a client, he’d text you beforehand so you wouldn’t be worried about why he isn’t answering.

Now, he wasn’t perfect. He was still human, even if he was your therapist and gave excellent advice. But, he loved you nonetheless. Unfortunately though, it is against his policies as a therapist to be in a relationship with one of his clients. But, it’s been a year since you both started dating. So, you could say you’ve been doing an amazing job keeping it discreet.

Anyway, one beautiful morning, you had an appointment scheduled with Matthew. It was exactly an hour long, but one of his clients canceled, so he added extra time to it.

When you entered his office, he found him settled at his desk, fixing his tie and glasses before finally gazing at you.

“Mm. Look who came to visit me.”

He said with a tone of playfulness.