office, scanning the various diplomas and certifications, finding it hard to meet the doctor’s eyes.
“So it is sexual, then?”
“That’s not the word I would use,” Dylan protested. “They aren’t sex dreams or anything like that. I just see her; I don’t do, y’know, stuff with her. But there is a very strong . . . attraction, I suppose, is the best word to use. Like when you see a girl in class and you just can’t look away, not because you’re turned on necessarily, but because there’s something there that’s inherently fascinating. A connection. A . . . drawing. I want to be with her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He
shrugged again. “That’s the best way I can explain it.”
“Sounds very powerful.”
“Believe me, it is.” Dylan could feel his heart quickening at the thought of it, and he clasped his hands together in frustration. He took a deep breath before continuing. “And recently, she’s always there in the back of my head, like some ghost looking over my shoulder. She never goes away, even when I’m with another girl.” “Tell me about those other girls.” Dr. Richards said. “Dates? Girlfriends?” “I’m hardly what anyone would call a player,” Dylan said, “but I’ve had a few steady girlfriends, and other than the fact that they all eventually ended, those relationships were all fine. Normal. But ever since this
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