Alyssa's POV
A few weeks later...
"How are you feeling?" Ryker asks, leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee.
"Fine." I shrug. Not looking up from the sandwiches I'm slicing.
"Lys, honey bunny, you know what today is, right?" he asks.
"I know what today is." I sigh, putting the knife down to look at him.
"Are you nervous? You always get nervous before." Ryker says.
"Is it a problem that I don't like talking about the worst moments of my life with a virtual stranger? Are my emotions an inconvenience for you?" I ask.
"We've worked on this. Remember? It was last week's exercise. When you feel overwhelmed, what do we do?" he asks calmly.
"Ask for support," I mumble, crossing my arms.
"Good. And what do we not do?"
"Lash out and ignore my feelings or run from the
