Nightmares

The next day, Greg received another visitor. He didn’t know who she was, but something told him she was the shrink the doctor wanted him to see. He stared at her as she wrote something down on her pad. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Greg Sanders,” she said still smiling. “I’m Dr. Kate Strong. Dr. Tyler wanted me to speak with you.”

Greg stared at the shrink, her auburn hair piled on top of her head. Her green eyes hid behind cat-like glasses. Her pant-suit was tan, covering a white blouse.

“Dr. Tyler said you tried to commit suicide.”

Greg closed his eyes and sighed. She must have taken it as an answer for she continued.

“Want to tell me why?”

He glared at her, not wanting to say a word to her. She’d probably diagnose him as insane or fill him with pills. Or both.

“Why should I?” Greg asked, narrowing his eyes. “What good would it do?”

“It would give me more of an idea about your mental state. And you’d feel better.”

Greg shook his head, wishing she would leave. It was much easier talking with a bartender than a shrink. Of course, he was drunk and had hit bottom.

“Just start talking,” Kate said softly. “I won’t judge you.”

Greg sighed. Maybe she would leave if he told her. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillows.

“Sara was having nightmares. She wouldn’t tell me what they were about. I wanted to help her, but she wouldn’t let me. I began to think she didn’t trust me, didn’t love me.”

“How long had she been having nightmares?”

“Three months.”

“And for the past couple of weeks, you’ve felt helpless and useless.”

Greg shrugged, not wanting to admit anything. He watched as she wrote on her pad again. He imaged she was writing how unstable he was and needed lots of help.

“You thought since she wouldn’t let you help her, she didn’t love you.”

“I believe I said that.”

“So you thought you’d end your pain by ending your life.”

“I was drunk,” Greg said, closing his eyes. “I hardly drink and certainly not like that. I was hurt and not thinking clearly.”

“You scared her, didn’t you?”

Greg nodded, remembering the fear and worry he saw in Sara’s eyes. He ran a hand through his hair as the knowledge of what he’d done sank in.

“I hurt her,” he whispered in agony.

“She hurt you just as terribly by letting you think she didn’t love you.”

He shook his head and stared at the ceiling. He made a mess of things and it amazed him Sara still wanted him. He wanted to go to her and start over.

“I’ll stop there and let you get some rest. I’ll be by tomorrow to continue this discussion.”

“I suppose you think I’m crazy,” Greg said, glancing at her.

Kate smiled, placing a hand on his arm.

“You’re a compassionate person, Greg. You give a lot of yourself, maybe too much.”

Greg watched her leave then let sleep claim him.


~*~


The next day, Greg woke to find Sara stroking his hair. She smiled at him, the worry in her eyes. He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss upon it, returning her smile.

“How are you feeling?” Sara asked softly.

“A little better,” he answered, glad she was here. “Wish I didn’t have to see a psychiatrist, though.”

Sara laughed softly and squeezed his hand. He raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she found it funny.

“You like the idea of me being insane?” Greg asked.

“No one wants to see a shrink, Greg. Not even me.”

Greg smiled as he realized she had to see a counselor herself.

“Now, we have something else in common,” he said, laughing.

“Hopefully, you don’t have to see one for much longer,” Sara said softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He closed his eyes as he let himself enjoy her touch. It soothed him, chasing the fears and doubts away.

The sound of a throat being cleared drew their attention to the door. Kate Strong came into the room and Greg tensed. He didn’t want to talk to her, he would rather enjoy Sara’s company a while longer.

“I’m Dr. Kate Strong,” she said to Sara with a smile. “You must be Sara.”

Sara stood and shook the other woman’s hand, nodding.

“Greg’s getting better,” Sara said as she smiled at him. “He should be out of here soon.”

“One can hope,” Greg said with a sigh.

In truth, he didn’t know when he was getting out. It could be tomorrow or two days from now. The doctor still wanted to watch him, afraid he would try to kill himself again. They still gave him food he didn’t need anything sharp to eat with. He couldn’t wait to get home and fix himself a steak.

“We might as well get started,” Dr. Strong said as she took the seat Sara had vacated. “Do you want Sara to stay or go?”

Greg looked at Sara, who shrugged. It was entirely up to him if she stayed or not. He smiled at her and motioned for her to sit on the bed. With her beside him this session wouldn’t be so bad.


~*~


Two days later, Greg was finally released from the hospital. He was thrilled to finally go home, but he was less enthused about continuing to see the shrink.

He put it out of his mind, though as Sara unlocked the door to their apartment. She smiled at him as she pushed the door open.

“Welcome home,” she said, her eyes bright.

“Thanks,” he said as he stepped inside.

He set his suitcase they had retrieved from the hotel on the floor and faced Sara. He looked at her and saw the happiness in her eyes. He smiled at her as he gathered her in his arms.

“I missed you,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. “I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, staring into his eyes. “I should have told you sooner.”

Greg smiled and kissed her passionately. His tongue danced with hers as he deepened the kiss. He had missed being with her like this. He missed all of her.

His clothes irritated him and without breaking the kiss, he took off his shirt. He helped her with her blouse as he kissed her neck. She moaned his name, sending liquid fire coursing through his body.

Her blouse joined his shirt on the floor and her bra followed. He filled his hands with her breasts as he took her mouth again. She moaned into the kiss as she ran her hands over his chest.

“Sara,” Greg whispered as his hands moved down her body.

She gasped as he took a breast into his mouth. She buried her hands in his hair as he slipped her pants off her. She stepped out of them as he licked and kissed his way up her body.

“Greg,” she moaned, as her head fell back against the door.

His body was a flame as he looked at her aroused body. He wanted her now before he exploded. He kissed her with all the passion he felt. He wasn’t going to let her go, ever.

Sara fumbled with his jeans, finally pushing them off him. Their underwear followed and he gasped when she wrapped her hand around him. They stared at each other, flames licking at their already heated bodies.

“Take me,” Sara whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Greg lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist. She lowered herself upon him, moaning as he entered her. He stood still as he savored the sensation of her around him. It felt good to be inside her again. It was wonderful to be with Sara again.

She slowly rose up then moved back down. He moaned as she moved. He thrust up into her, her moans urging him on.

He took her mouth again as he pushed her back against the wall. He grabbed her hips as he increased his pace. Their tongues matched the movements of their lower bodies.

Sara dug her nails into his back as she called out his name. Greg thrust deep inside her as he released everything he had.

The two collapsed onto the floor, Sara on top. He wrapped his arms around her as they slowly came back to earth.

Sara looked at him, her eyes filled with love and desire. He smiled at her as he ran his hands through her hair.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt my love for you again,” she said as she ran a hand over his chest.

“I won’t, Sara. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise.”

He kissed her forehead as his hands roamed down her back.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Greg whispered.




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