"Did you really think this would work? That you could scare me off so easily?"
He was going to say something, but I continued.
"I know you have done horrible things. I know you have been through a lot. But that doesn't mean you don't deserve love, comfort, and company. If anything, maybe it means that you need it more than others."
I placed a hand on his cheek, my heart beating faster as I did so.
"Don't ever make decisions for me again," I teasingly said, waving a finger close to his face.
I could see he had no idea what to say. His heart was laid out in front of him. He never expected me to be able to read him like a book.
I had been insulted a thousand times by my patients. I had learned not to take people seriously when they are saying things they don't mean.
"Where were you staying?" I asked, nonchalantly changing the subject.
"I have a house around here," he said after analyzing everything I had just said.
