There he was, his eyes in perfect alignment with my own. Those deep hazel eyes that seemed to drive me crazy. Every week would be the same thing.

"How do you feel today?"

"Fine"

"How has your week been, any new trouble?"

"No"

It was like a cycle. New week. Same questions. Same answers.

"Well , it seems like our work here is done for the day. I'll be seeing you next wenesday"

"Yeah..."

He was Gerard Arther Way, Ex serial killer. In jail till death. And all I had to say about this man, was that he was my most interesting patient yet. Though he was quiet, I could just tell he had so much to tell, and I had almost made it my life goal to find out whats laying behind his short answers and deep glares.

I walked out into the parking lot an found my car. Inside, I turned the key into the ignition, put it in drive, and went home.

I guess you can say I have a pretty decent life. I've got a 2 story house, and amazing boyfriend, the perfect job, and the most interesting client.

I've been a theropist for almost 7 years, not too long, I know, but I think i've learned enough in the past couple of years to make a strong atempt to figure this man out.

"Baby, i'm home !" I called as I unlocked the door and stepped into my house. As I was kicking off my shoes, I saw Sean come to the door, wearing only his adorable tight jeans, and no shirt.

"Hey babe" he said, walking towards me and pushing me against the wall, forcing a deep kiss on me. My body almost went completly numb as I wrapped my arms around him.

"What was that about?" I said, as we pulled away

"Nothing, I just missed you so much! I feel like you've been gone forever"

We walked into the living room, and I collapsed onto the couch.

"Whats wrong babe? Long day?" He asked, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Sort of. I had another session with Gerard today. Still not much yet, but im sure he's about to crack sometime..."

"Frankie...I don't like you even being in the same room as this guy. He's an ex serial killer, for christ sake. It just doesnt seem safe to me that your so close to him every week. What if he tries something while the guards arnt watching?"

"I'm sure he won't try anything. They keep a close eye on him, and besides. I've been talking to him for almost a year now, and i've been fine so far."

"What ever you say, hun" He got up and walked into the bathroom.

I let out a long sigh . Sometimes I wish he wouldn't worry so much.

But I guess I should describe him. If I had to pick one word to sum him up, it would be perfection. I don't know how I landed someone this great. Sometimes I feel like I dont even deserve him. He had these baby blue eyes that I could just stare into for hours , and never get bored. His hair was jet black (it used to be dirty blonde) and it was always that perfect type of messy. his body was godly, to tell you the truth , it made me jelouse had a near six pack, and his skin was always so smooth and glossy. He was the topic of any teenage girls wet dreams.

Ugh, all this thinking about him just put me in a very uncomfortable position, if you know what I mean.

Sean came back into the living room, and sat back down next to me. He must of noticed me squirming my legs around "Babe, you alright?"

"Yep... Fine" I said, trying to cover it up. I know most people wouldnt care if they had a boner in front of their significant other, but Sean always teases me about it before he does anything to help it.

"Ohhhhh, I see whats going on, poor little frankies got a boner!"

"Nope, what boner?" I questioned, trying to get up off the couch. Sean grabbed me by my hips and pulled me down onto his lap. "Aw baby, where you going?" He traced his hands up my thighs. Right before he got to the 'problem' he moved his hand away, and ran it up my stomach.

See, this is what sucked about him, he was such a tease. I felt his cold hands sneak their way under my belt, then, the phone rang.

I groaned as I got up to answer it.

"Hello, ? Yeah, this is Sergant Gibson down at New Jersey State Prison. Theres a problem with your client here. We're gonna need you to come down and help us out a bit."

"Well whats the problem?"

"Theres no time. we'll explain once you get here. Hurry!"

And with that the opposite end of the line went dead.

"Babe, I need to get back down to the Prison, theres a problem" I said, grabbing my car keys off the table and running out the door, not even giving Sean time to say goodbye.