exactly on my toes waiting to try it out right now honestly,” I said. “But
that doesn’t mean I’m completely against the idea.”
“Look,”
Collins said. “I would never hurt you. I would cut off my right hand before I
would hurt you. And if you have such a strong disdain for what’s in the
Production Room, then we can hold off on that. We’ll find other ways to amuse
each other. I just don’t want you looking at me like that…” his voice broke,
and I knew he was hurt by the way I reacted.
“I’m
so sorry, Collins,” I said. “Seeing the room and associating that with sex, it
does scare me.”
“Maybe
if we slowly ease into it,” Collins said. “We can try that at first, and we
don’t even have to be in that room…I love you, Sam, so very much. I want to be
able to make love to you…I want to be your first time and your only. I want so
much for us. I just don’t want us to end here because we can’t get over this
issue.”
“I
know, Collins,” I said. “I love you so much, too.” I pulled his face close to
mine and kissed him deeply, trying to show him I still loved him so much,
although I knew it would be a challenge overcoming his darker sexual desires
with my traumatic sexual past.
*****
It
felt strange going to Sawyer House and acting like I’m the same person that I
was the last time I was here, before Collins had returned from Europe and
picked me up for dinner, which turned out to be a dinner plus meeting with
Collins’ long-time therapist, Gail, who happened to be my mentor and boss at
Sawyer House.
I
thought it would be awkward seeing her there in her office when I came in, but
all she did was smile and waved, eating a dish of Derek’s famous homemade
chocolate chip cookies in front of her.
I
waved back, smiling, hiding my concerned about Collins and my inability to
fulfill his dark sexual needs. I didn’t want to let her know after having had
an incredible double orgasm with Collins. Collins could fulfill my needs fine,
but I couldn’t even reciprocate. What kind of a lover and girlfriend would I be
if I couldn’t? Would Collins seek out someone else who could fulfill those
things for him?
I
was wracked with insecurity sitting in my cubicle when I felt a hand on my
shoulder.
“Hi,
Stranger,” Derek said, smiling sadly. “It’s been a whole week and a half since you
were here. I hope that encounter with that prankster wasn’t the reason why you
stayed away for so long.”
“Nah,”
I shook my head. “That couldn’t scare me from coming here and helping people
deal with their problems. I’m very dedicated,” I said brightly.
Derek
sat down in the chair opposite of me, his usual spot when he used to train me
at my desk. “Glad to hear,” he said. “I thought maybe because Collins McGregor
had returned, and you were graduating…moving onto Stanford…”
“Didn’t
you hear, Derek. I thought you knew already. I thought I told you…but I’m not
going to Stanford. I’m staying here. Enrolling into the same major as you at UC
Irvine.”
Derek
went from surprise to instant elation. “You’re here to stay?” he asked.
“I’m
not going to go to Stanford in the Fall, and I’m going to be going to UC
Irvine, so, yes, I’m here to stay.”
Derek
jumped from his seat to grab me and pull me out of mine. His arm encircled my
waist, lifting me high in the air. His handsome chiseled face leaned in close
until he was whispering into my ears. “You don’t know how happy that made me.”
Before
I can stop him, before I can pull back, his lips were on mine, kissing me
hungrily and