Rain On Me

Part 20 ~ Inevitable

~ Megan's point of view ~

Well, that was a slap in the face. . . Michael just totally hung up on me . . he really got angry and I don't blame him for it. . . . I should've but I couldn't tell him the truth . . . I can't tell him that I liked the kiss and everything . . it's just . . it just feels so wrong.

I never had these kind of feelings for a client before. . it's because of the stupid kiss he gave me in his hotel room! . . the stupid. . beautiful, tender, soft, romantic, STUPID KISS!!!

I'll tell my boss that he will have to set another date for my evaluation . . at this point I can't think straight. First I have to get myself back together . . . Michael snuck his way right into my heart and I have to get him outta there . . . I can't work like that.

Reading, taking a shower, cooking, cleaning . . . nothing works to distract me right now and it's 10:15 in the evening. I would LOVE to talk to Ashley but I don't think she would be a great help right now.

She would literally rip my head off for quitting my therapy with Michael . . she would go OFF like crazy. But whatever . . . I have to deal with this on my own . . . I'm not a professional . . I'm SO NOT doing the right thing.

The right thing would be to just forget about what happened and get over it but I can't . . . I can't just pretend nothing ever happened . . . that kiss was nice . . . it felt real . . . I liked it. . I liked it way too much.

I'm counting the dots on the painting that's hanging on the wall above my bed . . Now I know how it feels not being able to fall asleep . . .

~ Michael's point of view ~

I'm looking out the window, staring at the night sky . . trying to not give a damn about anything right now. I had a great connection with Megan . . it's such a shame that she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. . . it's the kiss . . . I shouldn't have kissed her . . unfortunately, I can't turn back the time.

I actually don't blame her for quitting therapy with me . . I mean, who would want to deal with a case like me? . . I'm a mess. . an emotional mess with no guarantee. A single tear rolls down my cheek . . I wipe it away with my thumb and look at it. If I could collect all the tears that I ever cried in my life, I would be swimming in them.

I could really use a sleeping pill right now but I don't have them here. .

At exactly 1am I fall asleep to a late night cooking show. . . and I wake up at exactly 3am. What's that noise? . . was there a knock on my door just now?

I crawl out of bed and slowly walk up to the door . . I shouldn't be opening it without knowing who it is but . . I don't care . . I could use a hug from a fan right now. . . . I slowly and carefully open the door.

"Megan?? what are you doing here?"

"Hi. . . I hope I didn't wake you . ."

"You kinda did . . . but it's ok . . . why are you here?"

"Can . . can I please come in?"

"Umm, sure . . come on in"

~ Megan's point of view ~

So that's what it feels like when my heart is racing. . Haven't felt it pounding like that in a while. I came over here because I couldn't fall asleep.

I was sleepless the whole time . . . Michael just wouldn't leave my mind . . . as a psychologist I know that it's unhealthy to keep things bottled up . . . so I came over here . . . with no make up . . ratty T-shirt and very old leggins . . . I look like a hot mess.

I walk inside . . . His scent is lingering everywhere in the room. It smells like a very subtle cologne mixed with soft and sweet amber. . . . he was sleeping . . . I'm such an idiot for disturbing him at this time of the night but I just couldn't help it . . . . I felt bad.

Too bad to just leave it alone . . . my heart is doing flips and so is my stomach. . . . the way he's looking at me right now, I can't even . . he's so confused and puzzled and he looks so incredibly handsome.

"Megan, is everything ok? . . . why are you looking at me like that?"

I'm unable to talk . . my mouth won't move. . I'm literally speechless. He looks so vurnrable standing there, looking at me like that. . . I couldn't say anything negative to him right now, even if I wanted to.

My heart feels like a warm marshmallow about to get roasted on an open fire . . . I'm emotional and I could cry right now. I didn't mean to quit the whole thing . . . I wanted to run away from what's growing in my heart . . hoping it would go away . . but I don't think it will . . . it's getting worse and worse . . . I've been missing his face all evening.

A whole minute passes and we're still standing in front of each other in the exact same position. His intoxicating scent is making it even harder for me to finally start talking . . . I feel so small and weak . . . what is this man doing to me? . . it's like he puts me at ease . . . by simply looking at me.

"I wanna be there for you, Michael" I finally say, swallowing nervously. .

He doesn't say anything . . he's just staring at me, waiting for me to continue.

I take a step closer.

"I'm sorry for any bad feeling that I caused"

"It's ok. ."

"No it's not . . nothing is ok right now . . not until I open my mouth and let you know what's really going on . . remember the kiss? . . I do. . I remember it too well . . in fact. . that's why I've been acting weird . . the kiss totally distacted me from everything important around me . . . when you kept asking me about the kiss, I didn't wanna talk about it because I didn't want to admit that I liked it . . I didn't want to let you know what it did to me . . . what YOU did to me"

I take a step closer . . so close, I can feel the warmth coming out of his nose.

I put my hands on his naked shoulders . . he gently puts his hands on the small of my back, pulling me close to him . . . I look up at him . . he's much taller than me. I give him a long, deep kiss on his cheek . . . and my heart jumps right out of me.

I move my hands down to his waist and wrap my arms around it. . . I'm soooo weak right now, I have to hold on to him or else I will fall . . I'm not even kidding. . . I look up at him again . . he's so painfully handsome, I can't stand it . . what am I waiting for? . . what's holding me back from kissing him?

"Michael. . ."

"Yes?. . ."

"I, I wanna be there for you. . ."

"I wanna be there for you too. . ."

"I just had to come here . . . I needed. . . I needed your kiss"

He smiles . .

"I'm happy you feel that way . . . makes me very happy"

We sit down on the bed. . he puts his arm around me and pulls me close.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, Michael. . ."

"It's ok . . I'd wake up for you at any time of the night"

He looks deep into my eyes, giving me a tender smile. . It's crazy how much I care for him already when we don't even know each other for that long. . . but what's crazier than that is, even though I know more about his problems than anything else . . . he still appears to have no flaws.

I step in front of him. . he's sitting on the bed, still looking deep into my eyes, waiting for me to do the next step . . . and he can bet on it, I will do the next step . . nothing will keep me from kissing him right now.

"Can I kiss you, Michael?"

He bites his bottom lip.

"Yes. . . please . . . and uhhh, will you stay the night?"

I blush.

. . . . .

". . . I'd love to"

To be continued . . .