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Chapter 31 Weird Dreams

He brushed the hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath. I felt his hand moving down under my skirt. I didn't stop him.

"E-Ethan—" I began, but couldn't continue, feeling weak in his arms, weak to him.

Never had I felt him this close. In no time, his lips were on mine. We started undressing each other.

"Nina," I heard his honeyed, deep voice tickle my ears. "Yes?" I whispered, almost gasping.

"Nina?" This time, it was a little louder.

"What?" I replied, still half-asleep.

"Nina!?"

"Why are you yelling? I'm right in front of you."

"Nina, stop mumbling in your sleep and get the heck up from the bed!"

His voice sounded like Mom's.

Mom?

I opened my eyes and found myself laying on the bed. Another wet dream about him... great.

I got up and sat on the bed, remembering that after coming home and taking a long bath, I had gone to sleep.

The whole illusion was blurry yet sparkling. His touches felt so familiar, as if I'd been touched by him like that before.

"What do you want?" I asked Mom, irritated for being woken up from that arrogant yet pleasurable dream.

Mom raised an eyebrow. "Maybe next time, dream about cleaning your room instead."

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Very funny, Mom. What do you need?"

"Breakfast is ready. And if you don't get up now, you'll be late for your meeting."

"Meeting?"

"Right, you've got a letter," Mom said.

"Letter?"

I snatched it from her hand. "Blind date? Ugh, not again! Will you tell the neighbors to stop sending these? I'm sick of it! I don't want to date!" I told her, exasperated.

"Look—"

"Please, just close the door and leave. Thank you."

"Ugh," she groaned, doing as I asked, knowing that her not-so-new lecture was useless.

"This is the last one. I am never going to date again," I declared dramatically.

"Really!" I heard a voice and looked in that direction. "Mom!" I yelled, seeing her laugh joyfully before finally leaving.

I looked down at the card, decorated beautifully, but the only letters that ruined it were:

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Blind Date Invitation

You are cordially invited to meet your potential soulmate.

When: Saturday, 7 PM

Where: Chez Amour

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I groaned and threw the card onto the table. "Potential soulmate, my foot," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

As I grabbed my bag and headed out, I couldn't help but think about how the universe seemed to be conspiring against my resolve to avoid dating. I opened the drawer and saw the key.

I remembered meeting Ethan last night. He looked like the same young Ethan, just in a suit. I opened the drawer and saw the key.

Wait.

As far as I remember, Ethan took the key from me to stop me from going towards the danger. I went downstairs to Mom after freshening up.

"Mom, what time did I come back home?" I asked, taking a sip of juice from the fridge.

"What are you talking about?" she replied while doing the dishes. We had maids to do the work, but she still did it so she wouldn't be lonely or bored.

"Didn't I go outside?" I asked again.

"No, dear. You were home beside me, reading a book the whole time, then you fell asleep."

"What?"

I looked around and found the book. I opened it and read a few lines of what I was reading.

'I took the key and opened it and found some files—'

I froze. Had I just dreamt everything? It was all so vivid.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. "Great, just great. I'm turning into a sleepwalking action hero."

Mom chuckled. "Maybe next time, you should dream about actually finishing your chores."

"Very funny, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes.

As I sat there, the book in my hands, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The key in the drawer, the dream, Ethan—there was more to this than just a restless night.

"Alright," I muttered to myself.

I read the book before going to sleep.because this was related to key stuff i dreamed about it.and that wet dream was part of it.

Fuck

I got ready for the blind date.i wore a black outfit.young me would've never touched any black outfit.it was scheduled at night.i understood the theme if the ending is well we might need a bedroom so it was scheduled at a hotel.but ew i would never let that happen.

My neighbours are obsessed about the idea of me dating someone.they prefer me to either enjoy my Youth or date and get married.they are so annoyed at me for Doing none of that.

I took my bag and left.mom was reading a book in the living room.for a moment i thought she still haven't find out that i took the key.i kept the key with me all the time.

Here it goes.