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bun on top of my head. My neck is all sweaty. The weather is considerably hotter today, or maybe it's just because I'm nervous, nervous since I saw Kate in the waiting room outside Dr. Marshall's office.
"I know, but it's private."
"What is private? Your psychologist? The fact that you lied to all of us?" she replies seriously, all trace of a smile vanished. Her hold on the clothes is tighter. I can see her tiny arms tensing.
"I didn't lie, Kate!"
"Oh yeah? Then why did Duke tell me only a few hours ago that he must be crazy to be jealous of an old man to whom you're spilling everything?"
I look away from her angry face and focus on the two sales ladies talking animatedly together, obviously sharing some gossip while their colleague is helping a client who looks too old to come shop in such a place. "He just assumed Dr. Marshall is older like you did."
"Then why didn't you tell us the truth? Just imagine for one second how Duke will react once he discovers how old this man really is."
I look back at her, my eyes probably not as soft looking as they were seconds ago. "He doesn't need to know anything, Kate. Dr. Marshall is my psychologist, not a friend I'm seeing to spend quality time with. Leave this alone."
She shakes her head and flips her shiny blonde hair over her left shoulder. "As you wish, but when it bites you in the ass, don't come crying on my shoulder. And don't lie to yourself either."
"What do you mean?" I ask her with confusion as I look at a cute red tank top with white dots all over it.
"I saw how he looks at you. He looked at you the same way Duke looked at you when he first met you. And you weren't exactly pushing this Dr. Marshall away."
"You're crazy, Kate. Dr. Marshall is just an easy going man who knows how to make his patients comfortable," I dismiss it trying not to think about her words.
She grabs my shoulder, and at first I tense all over before I take a deep breath and calm down enough to face her without freezing or biting her head off. It's an improvement. "I'm serious, Skye. I'm your best friend, and when I think you're doing something wrong, it's my duty to tell you. This Dr. Marshall likes what he sees in you, and I can't blame him. I know you don't think a man can really find you fascinating, but please, open your eyes the next time you see him. And don't forget what you've got with Duke. We both know it's not easy, but Duke is amazing for you."
I squeeze her shoulder and offer her an uneasy smile. "Don't worry, Kate. Duke is the one I love. Dr. Marshall is just my psychologist. It's usual for patients and psychologists to have some kind of bond at some point. There's nothing beyond that." I laugh, but it doesn't sound genuine. It makes me feel hollow. "I don't even know his name."
"I wonder what it is." She resumes her hunt for new clothes after she smiles back at me, her bubbly self making a full come back. I sigh with relief. "He's got a face of a Nick. Or a Paul."
"Because I have a face of a Skye Walker, Kate? Seriously?"
Giggling like a maniac, she attracts the attention of those around her. She points at me and squirms like she wants to go to the bathroom, but I know it means she's only excited by something. She really does act like a five year old sometimes, and that's why I find her so refreshing. She's my ray of sunshine when I'm about to lose myself to my inner darkness.
“My God, Skye! You made a joke! Maybe this Dr. Marshall guy is good at what he does after all!"
"Told you."
But I'm not sure if I'm that innocent after all. I don't have a crush on my psychologist, I know that much, but I'm not sure that it’s normal to hide him from my boyfriend with whom I’ve shared so many things since we've met.
* * *
SKYE
"Skye! Over here!"
I turn around with my coffee mug in hand and find Derek waving at me with a broad smile. He's alone with his mug of coffee and an open textbook in front of him. I walk to him, trying to avoid the other people. It's
"I know, but it's private."
"What is private? Your psychologist? The fact that you lied to all of us?" she replies seriously, all trace of a smile vanished. Her hold on the clothes is tighter. I can see her tiny arms tensing.
"I didn't lie, Kate!"
"Oh yeah? Then why did Duke tell me only a few hours ago that he must be crazy to be jealous of an old man to whom you're spilling everything?"
I look away from her angry face and focus on the two sales ladies talking animatedly together, obviously sharing some gossip while their colleague is helping a client who looks too old to come shop in such a place. "He just assumed Dr. Marshall is older like you did."
"Then why didn't you tell us the truth? Just imagine for one second how Duke will react once he discovers how old this man really is."
I look back at her, my eyes probably not as soft looking as they were seconds ago. "He doesn't need to know anything, Kate. Dr. Marshall is my psychologist, not a friend I'm seeing to spend quality time with. Leave this alone."
She shakes her head and flips her shiny blonde hair over her left shoulder. "As you wish, but when it bites you in the ass, don't come crying on my shoulder. And don't lie to yourself either."
"What do you mean?" I ask her with confusion as I look at a cute red tank top with white dots all over it.
"I saw how he looks at you. He looked at you the same way Duke looked at you when he first met you. And you weren't exactly pushing this Dr. Marshall away."
"You're crazy, Kate. Dr. Marshall is just an easy going man who knows how to make his patients comfortable," I dismiss it trying not to think about her words.
She grabs my shoulder, and at first I tense all over before I take a deep breath and calm down enough to face her without freezing or biting her head off. It's an improvement. "I'm serious, Skye. I'm your best friend, and when I think you're doing something wrong, it's my duty to tell you. This Dr. Marshall likes what he sees in you, and I can't blame him. I know you don't think a man can really find you fascinating, but please, open your eyes the next time you see him. And don't forget what you've got with Duke. We both know it's not easy, but Duke is amazing for you."
I squeeze her shoulder and offer her an uneasy smile. "Don't worry, Kate. Duke is the one I love. Dr. Marshall is just my psychologist. It's usual for patients and psychologists to have some kind of bond at some point. There's nothing beyond that." I laugh, but it doesn't sound genuine. It makes me feel hollow. "I don't even know his name."
"I wonder what it is." She resumes her hunt for new clothes after she smiles back at me, her bubbly self making a full come back. I sigh with relief. "He's got a face of a Nick. Or a Paul."
"Because I have a face of a Skye Walker, Kate? Seriously?"
Giggling like a maniac, she attracts the attention of those around her. She points at me and squirms like she wants to go to the bathroom, but I know it means she's only excited by something. She really does act like a five year old sometimes, and that's why I find her so refreshing. She's my ray of sunshine when I'm about to lose myself to my inner darkness.
“My God, Skye! You made a joke! Maybe this Dr. Marshall guy is good at what he does after all!"
"Told you."
But I'm not sure if I'm that innocent after all. I don't have a crush on my psychologist, I know that much, but I'm not sure that it’s normal to hide him from my boyfriend with whom I’ve shared so many things since we've met.
* * *
SKYE
"Skye! Over here!"
I turn around with my coffee mug in hand and find Derek waving at me with a broad smile. He's alone with his mug of coffee and an open textbook in front of him. I walk to him, trying to avoid the other people. It's
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