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“Next week, we’ll cover the things that are holding you back.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Sorry, this is really weird for me.”
Gretchen settled back, crossing one leg over the other. “I’ve heard it all, Clara. Nothing you say can shock me.”
I put my finger in my whipped cream and licked it off. My nails were dark pink, the same color as my shirt, and covered with rhinestones.
“We have good sex,” I said. “Great sex. Like…better sex than I ever thought I would have with anyone.”
“What word would you use to describe your partner in bed?”
“Giving.”
“And that’s good for you?”
I nodded. “Of course. He likes just giving…and giving…sometimes giving a little too much, but that’s okay.”
Her mouth twitched. “And what does that do for you emotionally?”
I sobered, fixing my eyes above her head.
“It makes me feel…like my needs matter,” I said. “Like, he loves me so much that fulfilling my needs fulfills his…and that feels really good.”
“What else does he do that makes you feel that way?” she asked. “Outside the bedroom.”
I didn’t have to think about it.
“Everything,” I said.
Her lips pressed together. “Hmm. Now, do you think Merrick has faults?”
“He tries to fix everything,” I said. “And he…he gets so wrapped up in trying to be everything for everyone that sometimes he makes mistakes. He’s made some big mistakes that way. Ones that really hurt people.”
“How does that affect you?” she said. “Also, I like how perceptive you are. It’s making my job easier.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t know how it will affect us moving forward, but it’s definitely caused problems in the past.”
“But you are aware of it,” she said. “And that’s good. Now, what are your biggest faults?”
I started to chew my mouth and stopped, taking a deep breath.
“I’m selfish,” I said. “And closed off.”
Her brow arced. “Selfish?”
I swallowed, my throat dry. “I like being pretty, being taken care of, being spoiled. I like all the attention Merrick gives me, I like that he spends so much time making me feel good in bed.”
“So you want him to make you feel like a princess?”
I nodded, dropping my eyes.
“Why is that bad?” she asked.
Wait…what?
“Um…because it’s selfish,” I said. “All I want out of my life is to be happy and taken care of. I don’t want to do anything grandiose.”
Gretchen shifted in her chair and closed her notepad. She folded her hands in her lap, a slight smile on her mouth.
