Show me, sir

24| I Want Things I Could Never Have

Y/n's pov

'For Christ's sake, y/n! The man has a family and you have been asking him to drive you around,' I was talking to myself. 'You could've ruined their relationship and then his son was going to grow up without one parent, and he would never know what happened to his father, he would never know you ruined his career, he wouldn't have a father figure in his life, his life would've be ruined... Oh, my God. Breath...' I inhaled and exhaled really slowly. The words sprung out of my mouth like I wasn't even thinking what was coming out of it. 'Just go to sleep... just go to fucking sleep.'

I changed in an oversized t-shirt and some short shorts that were practically invisible due to the length of the top.

I got comfy on the bed and put the blanket over my body. After hours of trying I finally relaxed into my mattress and feel asleep.

***
A few hours pass

I woke up and went downstairs, because I was parched. I took a glass and poured water in it. As i was drinking it I heard a quiet knock coming from the front door.

'It's 2am...' I whispered.

As I got closer to the door goosebumps covered my body. Who the hell could it be? I gently placed my hand on the door knob, but my face travelled to the peephole before opening.

No one.

It made me even more anxious, so I decided to ignore it. I might've misheard something.

I went back to the kitchen to drink some more water. As I was lifting the glass up I received a text message. I decided to open it, while still drinking water. I choked on it, when I saw what was written.

Unknown: It's not polite to keep people waiting. -N

'What the fuck...'

Now that I was certain who was at the front door, I had even less interest in opening it.

Y/n: Good.

And with that I started making my way back to my room, only to hear somebody clearing his voice behind me. This made me turn around with the speed of light.

Mr. Dale.

He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and was sitting on the sofa, with his legs away from each other.

'What? You came here to talk?' I questioned him.

'Oh, far from that, love.' He stood up and got closer to me. Taking my palms and placing them into his, then kissing them. He held eye contact with me, but I couldn't help it but look at his masculine arms, covered in thick outlined veins and tattoos.

I gasp at his touch.

'What are you doing?' I say in a quiet low tone.

'Something...' He looked at my neck. 'I should've done a long time ago.'

He placed gentle kisses all over it. Making my mouth escape a small moan. My left hand traveled through his hair and my right was still with his. He moved his mouth up to my face. Just as he reached my mouth he stopped. Our foreheads colliding.

'Do you want this? Truly want this. Do you want me?' he questioned me.

Yes.

'Sometimes I forget I want things I could never have.'

I could feel his warm breath touching my face. This made it even harder for me to inhale and exhale, as if the tension was not enough.

'And who told you that...' he whispered in my ear.

Our hands were no longer holding each other. My left hand was still lost in his soft jet coloured hair and my right one was travelling up and down his back. On the other hand, his were placed on my cheek and lower back. I could feel him pulling me closer and closer. Until...your lips smash onto one another's.

Seconds later, I stood up in my bed. Sweating.

What? Was it all just a dream?

'It was a damn dream...' I said disappointingly.

I laid back down and shifted in the bed, so I could find the best spot.

Why did it have to be just a dream...?

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