Tessa Young has finally found the man of her dreams. The only catch? He's literally in her dreams. Every night Tessa dreams of the same perfect man, but she refuses to believe it's anything more than just a dream. She's never been one to believe in...
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As I watch the water drip off a drenched Tessa, I feel rage take over. I don't think I've ever felt this angry— or protective —in my life. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a bitch all the time?"
"She started it," Molly says with a giant smirk stretching from ear to ear.
"We're done."
"Wh-what?" she gasps.
"I'm finished wasting my time with you. I know I don't deserve even a second with someone who's as kind as Tessa, but she's who I want to spend my time with. And you better stay the hell away from her, or else you'll have to deal with me."
I look over at Tessa and I feel an ache in my chest when I notice she's about to cry. I quickly grab her hand and drag her through the house and up to my room. I pull her inside and lock the door behind us.
"I-I just want to go back to my dorm." She sniffles.
"Tess, I'm so, so sorry. This is all my fault."
"Please take me to my dorm," she continues to cry.
"No, Tess. You have to change first. It's freezing outside. If you leave in wet clothes you'll get sick."
"These are my only clothes. What am I supposed to do?" She continues to sniffle.
"You can borrow something of mine." I quickly go over to my dresser and start to riffle through my top drawer. I look for the only things I think might fit her tiny frame. I pull out a pair of boxer shorts and a black shirt. "Here, change into these," I gently demand as I pass the clothes to her.
"But..."
"Tessa, it's no big deal. It's better than getting sick."
She stares down at the clothes for a moment before looking back at me. "Um, could you turn around?" she asks shyly.
"Oh, yeah, of course," I try to say confidently, but it comes out more of a stutter. I turn around, despite everything inside me wanting to sneak a peek at her perfect curves.
"Okay, you can look now."
I quickly turn around, eager to see what Tessa looks like in my shirt and boxers. If it's half as good as how she looked in my leather jacket, I'm in trouble. "Wow," I say as I take in the sight in front of me.
"Do I look okay?"
"Wow."
"You already said that." She giggles.
"You should wear that all the time," I say, practically drooling.
"Thank you for lending me your clothes, and for telling off Molly."
"Please don't thank me. It's my fault she's targeted you." I sigh.
"No, Hardin. I'm sure we wouldn't have gotten along any better if we met under any other circumstances."
"Are you ready to go back to the dorm now, Tess?"
"Um, no. If I leave your room looking like this, people will be talking about me even more. I really don't need that now."
"What do you want you do?"
"Can I stay until my clothes are dry?"
"Oh, um..."
"Never mind. I shouldn't have asked that," she says quickly and I can tell she feels a little embarrassed.
"No, Tess. You just took me by surprise. I'd love for you to stay." Great. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands, or eyes, or lips, or any other body part to myself now that she's staying in my room, looking like that?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'll just take the floor for tonight."
"No, Hardin. I don't want to kick you out of your bed."
"It's fine, Tess."
"We could share it?"
What is this woman trying to do? Kill me? "Yeah. Okay. That sounds... good."
"Okay," she says with a shy smile.
"Are you ready for bed now? Are you sleepy?"
"Um, a little. Maybe we could lie down and talk for a bit?"
"Sure." I unbuckle my belt and start to take off my pants. I hear Tessa gasp and she quickly looks down at the floor. "Is it not okay to change into my pyjamas?" I chuckle.
"Yes. Sorry," she says shyly. "I just wasn't expecting you to take off your pants. I mean... change in front of me."
I decide to leave my shirt on because it's a little chilly in my room. I climb into my bed first and then pat the bed next to me, waiting for Tessa to join me.
She slowly walks over to my bed and accidentally trips over my shoe, falling on top of me. Her face flushes a little. She looks into my eyes for a moment and it almost feels like she's asking for permission. I give her a small nod and she moves her body so she's straddling me. I reach for her hips as she leans down and starts to kiss me. I can't help but moan into her mouth.
Tessa begins to rock against my crotch as we continue to kiss and I help guide her movements.
"Fuck. Tess, that feels so good," I moan as I feel myself harden against her perfect body.
"Hardin..." she moans and it's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
She speeds up her movements and I can't help but moan again. "Fuck." It takes everything in me, but I whisper into her ear, "We have to stop."
Tessa halts her movements, sits back up and gives me a disappointed look. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. You feel so fucking good, but we can't do this."
"Don't you want me?"
"You know I do. I just know you're not the kind of girl who does this. I don't want you to change who you are because of me. I want you just the way you are."
"But I want to, Hardin."
"I'm going to hate myself in the morning for this, but Tess, you're worth waiting for." I tuck her hair behind her ear as she stares down at me, hoping to ease the hurt.
"I don't know what to say."
"Just tell me you understand?"
"I think so," she says softly.
"Come here," I beckon and pull her to spoon with me. I pull her back against my chest and wrap my arm around her waist. "Let's get some sleep," I say into her hair before kissing the top of her head.
