Chapter 59
**Megan**
“And was it awkward after you told him the reason?” she asks. We were talking about my nightmares and about Logan. I nod at her question “How? What happened to make it feel awkward?” she asks.
“He’s just more hesitant when he wants to hug me or he doesn’t kiss me how he would before,” I pause “it’s just awkward,”
“Do you know why your nightmares are turning into him and not staying your father?” she asks.
“No, I wish I did,” I said yawning and then look at her.
“Have you been sleeping?” I shake my head “When was the last time you slept properly?”
“Sunday,” I said and she writes it down.
“Are you scared of having another nightmare?” she asks. I nod and she writes again and then looks as if she is thinking of something “have you tried changing your night clothes and trying aromatherapy?” she asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well have you changed your nightwear since out of hospital or have you kept the same nightwear,”
“Same nightwear,”
“Have you ever found yourself not having a nightmare when you are wearing different nightwear?” she asks.
“When I wear one of Logan’s shirts or t-shirts I don’t have one,” I say. She smiles a little.
“Try going shopping for some new nightwear and try using some scents in your room, because scents can set your nightmares off and just doing the repetitive things before going to bed. There are a number of reasons as to why you’re having nightmares all the time. I have a wild guess on why he’s always turning into Logan but I think it’s up to you to find out why,” she says.
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.
“So what’s he done for you today?”
“He nearly had me in tears, he bought me this big bouquet of roses that had diamond stones in a few of them,” she raised her eyebrows “like a hundred roses and like I’m a hopeless romantic so I’m nearly in tears in front of the whole class and he’s just stood there acting like he knew nothing about them,” I pause.
“How come you opened them in class?”
“He had them ordered to my class that I had with him which was mean because I wanted to jump on him and hug him and never let go. It literally took everything in me not to do that,” I said smiling.
“That’s romantic of him and also a little cruel, I mean you want nothing but to hug someone who buys you a present, he knew exactly what he was doing and he obviously was testing to see if you could control yourself,” she explains.
“I guess,” I say. She smiles and for the remainder of my session we talk about Logan. She just let me go on and on about him. I spoke about his annoying eating habit on how he could pretty much eat loads of food and not put on weight. He could eat forever if he was ever given the chance. I told her how he was the cutest thing on a morning because of his bed head hair and his crankiness.
“Would you said you loved Logan?” she asks. I quickly shake my head “Why?”
“I don’t want to love him and I don’t want him to love me, it’s scary and I just get my love used against me and I don’t want him to do that,” I explain. She nods and writes something down.
“Ok I guess it’s time to end this,” she said getting up. I stand and stretch and follow her out of the office. She looks at her secretary and signs me out and then books me another session. I pick up my coat and walk towards the front door and opened it to see Logan stood at the car waiting for me. I give him a small wave and then look at my blonde psychologist. She gives me a small smile and hands me a piece of paper.
“I want you to fill this table in for two weeks on your sleeping pattern and no lying,” she says.
“I won’t lie I promise,” I say
“Good, just put what time you went to bed, roughly how long it took you to go to sleep and if you got up or not and what time you wake and then put how many hours you’ve slept,” she explains.
“Ok,” I said and look at it “just for two weeks?” I ask. She nods “Ok and I’ll go shopping tonight and try out what you suggested,”
“Oh yeah,” she said and walked around her secretary’s desk “where did I put those aroma leaflets?” she asks her “never mind I’ve found them,” she said and walks over to me and hands me a leaflet “that’s a good place to get a few scents they’re not expensive either which is good,” I nod and walk out of the house. I pretty much run up to Logan and hug him tightly.
“Good session?” he asks.
“Yeah we talked about you,” I said smiling and kiss him on the lips.
“Well that session was obviously great if you’re talking about me,” he said smiling at me. He opens the car door for me and I climb in and he shuts the door. He walks round the car gives my psychologist a wave and gets in.
“What do you think of my psychologist?” I ask.
“She’s nice, why?”
“Do you think she’s pretty?” he stops doing what he’s doing and looks at me.
“Are you setting me up here?” he asks.
“No,” I said innocently. “She is though isn’t she, I mean she’s a little older than you and she’s blonde and she has like a figure to die for and like if I went that way I’d be all over her, she’s hot” I say.
“Yeah,” he said and my jaw drops “see I knew it,” he said and starts the car. I giggle and put on my seat belt and then I see my roses in the back.
“I thought you were taking them home,” I said and look at him.
“I didn’t have time to go back home,” he said and relaxes in his seat.
“So you find my psychologist hot and you don’t care enough about the flowers you bought me to take them home and put them in a vase, typical of a man,” I said folding my arms.
“You can’t be serious,” he says. I turn my head away from him “fine,” he growls “we don’t even have a vase big enough,” he said and I sigh.
“See how you don’t dismiss the fact you find my psychologist hot,” I said to myself but loud enough for him to hear. He pulls up against the curb and I turn to look at him and he unbuckles his seat belt and leans over and kisses me. I kiss him back and he moves his hand through my hair pulling me closer to him making the kiss more passionate. He pulls back leaving me pretty much shocked at that kiss. I didn’t expecting him to do that with him being so distant with me.
“Shut up and listen,” he says. I nod “you my dear are beautiful, hot is nothing to beautiful do you understand?” he asks. I nod “and I would much rather be all over you than any other girl,” he said and then kisses me again. I pull on his tie a little and he pulls back from me “that’s enough,” he says, I pout and he smiles a little and presses on my nose with his finger. It wrinkles up and I pat it causing him to chuckle to himself and kiss my cheek. “You’re too cute sometimes,”
“No I’m not,” I frown and he laughs more and starts the car again and puts on his seatbelt. “I was testing you by the way,” I said his smile widens “you passed just so you know,”
“Damn and I really wanted to fail,” he says. I giggle and take his hand in mine laying it on my lap stroking his knuckles with my thumb.
I loved his hands they weren’t rough or callous they were smooth and strong. They were bigger than mine and he had long fingers. He didn’t bite his nails; they were quite feminine for how manly he was.
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask.
“I’m not telling you,” he says.
“Well I need to go shopping after school,” I say.
“Ok,” he said and tightened his grip on my hand.
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