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Musical Therapy
"Lay on the ground."
"Huh?" I mean, yeah, I heard the Man correctly but... what type of therapy was I in again?
"Lay on the ground." He said again, this time a smirk decorated his face. I did as he said, albeit confused as I've ever been.
But then he surprised me.
He got down on his knees on the side of me, took the leg that I've seen so many doctors about, and bent it up towards my torso, leaning slightly on it to apply pressure.
"Does that hurt?" He asked, looking down at me.
"I... uh... n-no... it... uh... it feels just fine." I was babbling along. But anyone in this situation would've been. With a man that good looking leaning over you there's no way you could form a coherent sentence. I mean, really! He's freaking gorgeous!
"OK. So, I'm gonna push it up further... tell me when it hurts." Oh, my God! He has a way with words!
Despite my obvious fluster, I nodded my head as he continued to push my leg up, bending my knee.
I winced as it got to the point where it almost touched my chest.
"You're in better condition then I thought you'd be."
Thankfully, he was up and off of me in no time.
I breathed out, fully aware I hadn't been able to breathe much while he was on me, afraid I'd let out a weird noise.
(A/N: Ya know! How bodies betray you like that!)
"OK, Elysha. I think you need musical therapy every week for at least 3-4 hours a day, as well as our physical therapy sessions. I'll stop by your house Sunday through Thursday?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Malik."
"Any other questions?" He politely smiled.
"Nope." I stood up from the ragged carpet.
"Kay. Then I'll be at your house. 7:30. Tonight." He looked up from his clipboard and winked seductively.
"But-didn't we just have a therapy session, Sir?" My eyes widened.
"Please, call me Zayn."
"Oh-OK...Then I guess I'll see you later?"
I signed the release forms and walked out of the counselor's office, more confused than a weed in a newly blooming garden.
"Huh?" I mean, yeah, I heard the Man correctly but... what type of therapy was I in again?
"Lay on the ground." He said again, this time a smirk decorated his face. I did as he said, albeit confused as I've ever been.
But then he surprised me.
He got down on his knees on the side of me, took the leg that I've seen so many doctors about, and bent it up towards my torso, leaning slightly on it to apply pressure.
"Does that hurt?" He asked, looking down at me.
"I... uh... n-no... it... uh... it feels just fine." I was babbling along. But anyone in this situation would've been. With a man that good looking leaning over you there's no way you could form a coherent sentence. I mean, really! He's freaking gorgeous!
"OK. So, I'm gonna push it up further... tell me when it hurts." Oh, my God! He has a way with words!
Despite my obvious fluster, I nodded my head as he continued to push my leg up, bending my knee.
I winced as it got to the point where it almost touched my chest.
"You're in better condition then I thought you'd be."
Thankfully, he was up and off of me in no time.
I breathed out, fully aware I hadn't been able to breathe much while he was on me, afraid I'd let out a weird noise.
(A/N: Ya know! How bodies betray you like that!)
"OK, Elysha. I think you need musical therapy every week for at least 3-4 hours a day, as well as our physical therapy sessions. I'll stop by your house Sunday through Thursday?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Malik."
"Any other questions?" He politely smiled.
"Nope." I stood up from the ragged carpet.
"Kay. Then I'll be at your house. 7:30. Tonight." He looked up from his clipboard and winked seductively.
"But-didn't we just have a therapy session, Sir?" My eyes widened.
"Please, call me Zayn."
"Oh-OK...Then I guess I'll see you later?"
I signed the release forms and walked out of the counselor's office, more confused than a weed in a newly blooming garden.
Awwhh why thank you :)
10/21/13