235-My Monster Mate Outside My Room

Helanie:

"Umm, don't cry," Norman said in the most awkward voice, and I suddenly stopped crying. I raised my face from my hands and watched his face with disbelief on mine.

"This is how you give therapy? You can't even comfort someone," my complaint must have hurt his ego because he scoffed and breathed through his nostrils.

"I am not your mate. I give therapy, not warm and cozy hugs," he almost yelled before silencing himself.

There were times when he said something odd before he checked himself.

"You know, I have noticed something about you," he calmed down and leaned back in his seat. I could not benefit from his therapy; he was only riling me up more.

I don't know why he said this was his style; I found nothing fascinating about it.