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"Just breathe," Dr. Julianna Thorne said, her voice a low, soothing hum that filled the quiet of her consultation room. She adjusted her position in the leather armchair opposite me, her gaze steady, mesmerizing. I’d been seeing her for two years, and the progress was undeniable. The anxious wreck I’d been was gone, replaced by... this. ​But my thoughts weren’t on my mental state. They were focused on her. The subtle shift of her off-the-shoulder gingham top, revealing the elegant slope of her collarbone. The way she crossed her legs, smooth black stockings disappearing into sleek stiletto boots. It felt almost… wrong. After all, she was my therapist. ​Yet, lately, the line had blurred. Her compliments were warmer, her touches just a little too long when she’d guide me through a relaxation technique. At first, I attributed it to my overactive imagination. Now, I wasn't so sure. ​“Tell me about your week,” she urged gently. My eyes darted to the rain-streaked window behind her, reflecting the soft, warm glow of the lamp. I started, stumbling over my words, self-conscious in her presence. But she listened intently, nodding, her expression one of utter fascination. It felt intoxicating. It felt like I was the only person in the world who mattered to her. And I was hopelessly, utterly, undeniably attracted. The realization hit me like a physical blow, leaving me breathless and confused. Was this part of the healing process? Or something else entirely?