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Jackson,
If only you could see me losing my shit over a girl, did I mention I haven’t even had sex with her? We just kiss and I’m already possessive. I was ready to knock the teeth out of some delivery guy yesterday because of the way he looked at her. I swear I can hear you laughing at me, J. I have no idea what to do here. I want to push her away, I want her close. She told me I’m giving her whiplash and there isn’t a word for what she’s giving me except blue balls. Sure, I know there are a bunch of females willing to drop their panties for me, but I only want hers. Maybe it’s the chase, maybe it’s more. Who knows?
Anyway, Cam keeps trying to talk me into coming back on the team, he’s even recruited Ash and J.R. to his cause. I don’t know man, I just can’t see it without you. I miss the game, but the game reminds me of you, and I just can’t. That’s something I’m still working on.
-C
Oliver studies me behind his black-framed glasses. He says he sees a change in me, I insist I have no idea what he is talking about, and I don’t. Nothing has changed, except my pretty tutor and my attraction for her.
“So, how was your weekend?” he starts. “Did you go out?”
I forgot I told him about Cam’s invite to Dixie’s. “It was cool, and yes, I did meet up with some friends.”
He smiles as he nods his head and writes something down on his little note pad. I wonder if they know how much it frustrates their clients to see someone write shit down on a pad then not say what they wrote. So, now I’m going to spend all day wondering what the fuck he wrote about me, and hope I don’t mess up with Bliss because, I can’t focus. Or maybe I need to move my sessions to the days I don’t see Oliver, that would be better.
“How was that?”
I give him my usual shrug. “It was okay, we just played a few games of pool, and that was it.”
He nods and jots something down. “And how is the tutoring?”
I shift, suddenly uncomfortable, will he jot down this movement too?
“It’s fine.”
“Just fine?” he pushes, sitting forward.
My jaw ticks, he wants me to talk to him about Bliss but how does he even know?
“Your body language gives it away. You might say it’s fine, but your body says it’s anything but.” It’s like he read my mind, and I hate when he does that.
We stare at each other for what seems like forever, we always do this, and he always wins. My parents pay him the big bucks to help ‘fix’ me, and he knows what he’s doing because he gets me to talk every time.
“I kissed her, Friday, twice.” There. Now he can analyze and write little notes with all his theories.
His eyes widen in surprise and he doesn’t hide it. “Twice? In a session?”
I shake my head. “Once at the end of the session and then again after I gave her a ride home from the bar.”
“You were at a bar?” Of course, he would hear that.
“I didn’t drink,” I grit out. “I’m not an alcoholic, I can control myself.”
Oliver frowns. “That’s not what I was thinking, we know you aren’t an addict or an alcoholic, that’s why you are no longer in rehab.”
My stomach twists at the hazy memories of my time in the rehab in Malibu, I can’t go back there.
“Back to your tutor,” he says gently. “What is her name?”
“Bliss.” I shift again.
He nods and again jots down her name probably. “Want to tell me about Bliss?”
Not really.
I shift again. “Um, she’s, uh…” I can’t even get the words out, how do I even describe her?
