in the back of my mind, you died. and i didn't even cry
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I wake up hours later with my backside pressed to Grayson and my dream flashing over and over in my mind. I roll over to face him, putting my hand on his cheek to see if he's actually asleep, which he is. I admire him for a moment before I roll back over, scooting back into him. His hands grip my waist as he hums incoherently.
He's such a light sleeper.
I try to fall back asleep, but my dream continues to flash through my mind. I shift again, just trying to get comfortable, but it quickly bothers Gray.
"Stop moving" He murmurs, holding my hips still.
"Sorry" I mumble back. He pushes my hair off my neck so he can kiss my neck.
"You alright?" He questions, his voice deep with sleep. I hum. His lips aren't helping.
"Your head hurt or somethin'?" He asks gently.
"No, it's fine, just had a dream" I whisper.
"'Bout what?" He questions.
"Dunno," I say quickly. He shifts and presses his dick into my ass. It makes my stomach twist.
He totally knows.
"Hm, you forget?" He replies slowly. He slides his hand down my hip and to my outer thigh, rubbing his hand back and forth.
"Think so" I lie. Good thing he can't see me, can't stop myself from scrunching my nose.
"What have I told you about lyin', Evie?" He asks slowly. His hand slides down to my inner thigh and it takes all of me not to shift away.
"Not lying," I say quietly. He hums.
"If you don't remember your dream, then we can't re-create it," He says slowly.
Fuck.
"So I'm gonna ask you again, baby, what was your dream about?"
I roll to face him, and his hand falls back to my hip. He glances back and forth between my eyes while he waits for me to answer.
"Um, we were eating ice cream, and cuddling in bed?" I try. He moves his hand to my cheek, his eyes on my lips as he presses his thumb against my bottom lip.
"Try again" He whispers.
"We were in bed," I say simply. He hums.
"Doing?"
I whine at him.
"Do I have to say it?" I pout against his thumb. He pretends to think.
"You wanna show me instead?" He asks lowly. I don't hesitate to nod my head.
