In My Dreams

Chapter 6

I heard every thought in that head of hers. With her in the passenger seat of my car, she was too close, and her thoughts were too loud. And shaking out a pill in front of her would definitely not be a good impression.
I clutched the steering wheel and shifted a bit in my seat, glancing over at her once we hit a red light. Her hands rested over the stack of books in her lap while her eyes were busy searching outside the window.
Her head was full of damp curls and her skin still had a gentle sheen of wetness.

'I should've played dead for his insurance'

A smile cracked at my mouth, her voice echoing in my head like she was talking into a vase.
Besides for her thoughts about my body, I couldn't catch any of her thoughts that weren't directed towards me, so when her mind wandered and she looked out the window, I was left just as clueless as she looked.

"Oh yeah. Your ID, you dropped it earlier" I motioned to the cup holder and she followed, a small gasp sounding from her mouth. She fished out the card and inspected it,

"Thank you" I nodded and turned into the parking lot to the dorms, stopping just before a filled bike rack.

"For the ride, too"

'And the melon, definitely the melon. He has good taste in melons. Pause on that'

I met her eyes, nodding and giving what I hoped was a sincere smile. She collected her books and stepped out of the car, closing the door with her hip. A snort of laughter briefly left me when she got far enough away that her thoughts no longer interrupted mine.

I stayed and watched her disappear into the building.

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Sarah was asleep, The Bachelor still playing on her laptop as I went to change once again, my soaked clothes pile starting to become questionably large.
Pulling on a long shirt and a pair of shorts, I crawled into my own bed and collapsed.
I tried for a good while to fall asleep, staring at the flying pig toy Sarah had tied to the ceiling fan. Did I consent to that, of course not, but did it help distract me. A flying pig would distract anyone.
Sleep came within the hour, and was welcomed with open arms.

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It didn't take long before I felt that faint buzzing, opening my eyes on instinct.

I was no longer in my bed, but in a car.

A Rolls Royce.

I collected my surroundings and looked over to the drivers side, following his grip on the throttle to his face. It was picture perfect, his hair slicked back into a sexy mess, eyes deep and sultry as they trailed over to mine.

"Neiva.." my gaze followed his lips as he spoke, noticing the car had been parked somewhere dark. I felt my skin prickle.
I was dreaming about him.
And all I could think about was doing whatever I wanted to him.

Wet dreams weren't a common occurrence for me until now, so it took me a moment to get my thoughts in line before I made a move.

Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned over the center console, smothering my lips onto his own. They were everything they looked to be, soft, supple, firm.
Shamelessly, I dragged my hands up his broad shoulders, the sensation feeling numb. Opening my eyes once more, I was seated on his lap, my thighs on either side of his seat.
The image of the silver ring on his finger briefly flashed in my head.
Is he married? Fuck it. My dream, my rules.

"Tell me what you want"
His thick voice bounced off of the walls of my head, sending a shiver all the way down my back. His eyes practically stripped me right then and there, intense enough to make me look away, despite this being MY dream. A dream that was so eerily vivid, it didn't feel like one at all.

"I want you to touch me.." I grinded my hips slightly, imagining his hands on my body, yet they never came.

"Why aren't you.." I trailed off, maybe I wasn't trying hard enough, maybe my lucid dreaming abilities were rusty. But I froze when his hands moved on their own accord, sliding up my thighs and gripping my waist.
Immediately, I knew something was different.

I felt him. I felt every movement of his fingers, and his thighs beneath me.

My mouth fell open in complete confusion, unable to wrap my head around why his touch felt like more than just my imagination. I could almost feel his breath against my neck, his perfectly carved teeth nipping at the soft flesh of my neck, sending unfamiliar jolts of pleasure straight to the region between my legs.

This is a dream. All a dream.
I chanted in my head, struggling to process how my body felt.
The sensitive area between my legs brushed up against his thigh and it was almost too much. I slowed my breathing to calm myself so I didn't wake myself up and ruin this.

"What's your name?.." I murmured mindlessly into his neck, feeling the coolness of his hands as they slid up the side of my shorts. I wanted to stay in this dream forever, his hands were so soothing and they felt so real, I'd never felt anything like it. He touched me as if I was glass, as if he knew just as well as I did that this was all a dream on the verge of fading away.

"Ugeene"

My hands halted at his belt in an instant, eyes snapping open in alert.

"What"

His brows pulled together in question.
The problem? I didn't know his name, he's just a figment of my imagination. So how could he respond to something I don't even know?
I felt ice run through my veins, and suddenly it all felt too real. His mouth moved again but I couldn't hear him, and my sight started to tunnel.

I had lost control of my thoughts and awoke with a gasp, sitting up on my bed that now felt damp with sweat.
My limbs were incredibly sore, my body taking longer to catch up with my brain as I stumbled out of bed, palming the walls blindly in search for the bathroom light switch.
I squinted and turned on the faucet.

"You okay?" Sarah groaned through her duvet, probably startled by the sudden ray of light and messy foot steps.
"Yeah. I'm good" I was certainly not good.
My head pounded like someone was taking a drumstick to it, and that feeling of frustration welled in my core.
I did my best to ignore the feeling and splashed myself with some water, meeting my eyes in the mirror, but my gaze locked onto something.
A bruise.
A tiny bruise in the shape of a bite mark.

I swore I felt my heart drop straight to the tiled floor as I rubbed a finger over the area, yet it didn't smudge one bit. Even with a handful of water and a washcloth, the dull purple mark fought to stay.
"Holy shit" I pressed my palms against the counter and tore my gaze away from my neck.
My dreams have never been able to translate wounds into the real world, let alone touch and sensation. This was insane.
This was the kind of insane that would get me institutionalized if I tried to explain it.
Or medicated.

I dragged a hand down my face, giving up on rationalizing the events of tonight before retiring back to my bed, picking up my covers and pillows that were thrown off in my panic.
But finding sleep again was impossible, and I ended up staring at the back of my eyelids until dawn peaked through the curtains.