Oh, Fuck!
“Morning,” he whispered against my neck, the delicious scent of his body smelt everywhere. Yep, I knew that was him.
“Morning,” I murmured back. God, something about this vision seemed so real, even that impressive hard on pressed against my hip.
Slowly, his palm slid down my dress, fingers playing with the hem of its fabric, softly caressing the top of my thighs.
A gentle touch of his hand sent a trace of goosebumps across my legs.
One by one, his fingers slid underneath, digging into my bare skin; he carefully dragged them higher, prompting a soft intake of my breath.
“Is that okay?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yeah,” I purred. Oh, my, that was way too realistic for a dream, yet, so far, it was one of my absolute favourite ones.
A fluttering anticipation coiled in my stomach the moment he brushed his fingers against my inner thigh, sending my head tilting way back. His palm moved slowly over the lace of my underwear, thumb playing with the hem of its delicate fabric.
“Oh, God!” I murmured. “This feels way too real…”
“Wait.” His hand froze at once. “What?”
Enthralled, I wondered what twist my dream was going to take next.
Because until now, I had been perfectly fine, loving every single bit of it.
I mean, it was my imagination, right? Slowly lifting my eyelids, I was looking for any clues to tell me what was actually happening here.
When suddenly, I registered the time on my nightstand, showing 5:18AM.
Huh? Fun fact I read once—apparently you cannot tell time in your sleep. Oh, fuck!
A jolt of panic ran through me as I muttered, “Miles?”
“You thought it was a dream, didn’t you?” he asked, carefully detaching his fingers from my body, one by one, as if I was a ticking bomb, about to explode any second now.
“Um…” I shut my eyes tight. “Shit!”
Plastering himself off my body, I felt him shift behind me.
The air hung heavy, each breath a weight in my chest. He cleared his throat yet no words came out after that.
God, that was freaking awkward. My lips parted a few times, too, but closed as quickly as they could.
The ceiling tiles blurred in my vision as I looked up.
Would covering my eyes with the sheets help?
Stop the world from spinning? Good lord!
I couldn’t bring myself to roll over, to face him.
“Well, um.” He finally spoke. The floorboards creaked under his weight. “I shall…probably…go.”
My fingers flew to the bridge of my nose, a pathetic shield against the embarrassment burning my cheeks.
“So.” He rose to his feet, each step a jackhammer to my heart. “Look,” he began with a hesitant voice, “I would never do, um…anything you didn’t…want to.”
“Miles.” I shook my head, quickly sitting upright against my headboard.
A forced smile—or something remotely resembling one—stretched across my face.
“God, I wasn’t…I mean, it’s not like I thought you…
” My voice trailed off, the words dying in my throat.
“If anything, half drunk or half asleep…I do remember, I think, that it was I who asked you to stay.” A deep breath rattled in my chest as I noticed how tight his trousers were; well, not like it was possible not to.
God, I really couldn’t meet his eyes after that. “Wow! This is…awkward.”
“Yeah…”
“Can we just pretend this never happened?” I blurted, barely looking at him.
Wow! That was truly something…because he’d seen me naked at least twice in less than a week, and…
good lord, his hand was almost in my…well, never mind that part.
So much for that absolute favourite dream…
the one with the…um, never mind that part either.
“Um…” He took a few steps backward, fingers running through the messy locks of his hair. “I guess…we could try.” Carefully twisting the handle of my door, he glanced at me one more time. “Well…um, see you later?”
“Yeah?” I mumbled, watching him step outside. The latch clicked shut. Phew! I instantly closed my eyes with a sigh of relief.
*
“Good morning, Miles! Up so early?”
Oh, my freaking God! My jaw dropped and my eyes shot wide at once. Noooo! Quickly jumping out of my bed, I tiptoed closer, plastering myself against the door, eavesdropping a confused silence and the sound of my own pounding heart. Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“Elizabeth?” I finally heard his voice suddenly hitch in surprise. How was she back so soon? It wasn’t even 6AM! “Um,” he cleared his throat, “I was just looking…for…”
“Bathroom?” she quickly suggested. Wow, even the tone she spoke was wry and dry. Well, good luck, Miles…
“Yeah…must have mixed up the doors…or something…” He let out a nervous chuckle.
“Ah!” she cut in with a dramatic sigh. “I am sure you did. This house,” she added with a smile in her voice, “can be quite tricky sometimes. Maybe we should hang some signs or, I don’t know, draw you a map?”
Oh, boy…poor Miles…
“You see,” she continued, “at first I thought you were sneaking out of my daughter’s bedroom, but now I am sure that wasn’t the case…” A pause followed. “Well, I will let you go and do your…business. I’m quite tired after this horrible stormy night.”
“Yeah…you should probably rest…” he managed.
Small steps echoed in the hallway. Pressing myself closer against the door, I heard the creak of his room opening followed by a quiet muttering under his breath. Had he escaped? Hopefully. I mouthed a silent sigh of relief.
“Oh! And Miles?” My mother’s sharp voice called out from across the corridor.
“Yeah?”
“The bathroom is the opposite way.”
Fuuuuuck!