Rayden stepped into Hailey's office for the second time, the door shutting with a soft click. He dropped into the chair, legs spreading wide as he settled in.
'Back so soon, Rayden?' Hailey asked, glancing up from her notepad. She tried her best to act so normal, even though she was excited to see him.
'Yeah. Last week's homework didn't go as planned,' he said, rubbing his neck.
'Tell me about it,' she replied, pen in hand.
'We talked. Kissed a bit. But it felt forced the whole time, and now I am wondering if this whole therapy thing is going to work'
Hailey nodded. 'I understand. Forced intimacy often is what it is. What stopped the progress?'
He leaned back. 'Memories of what I really want. Fantasies that keep popping up.'
'Like what?' she pressed, voice steady.
Rayden paused, ey
