Choose Me- the second novel

Chapter 51- Why are you saying my name in your sleep?

Jay's POV

Catching a cab in the snow is a gamble isn't it? Of course I wouldn't dare say that aloud right now considering the circumstances. Rachel smiles over at me, I've pulled my Armani blazer on top of my blue shirt and tied my hair back in a knot. I look presentable, for a change. Rachel and I haven't had the conversation yet, the one where we work out what we're doing with each other. Where we are at, and I relish the thought. Although looking into her eyes now, I can tell that she is pretty close to bringing it up. Just something in the way she stares at me.

Taylor sits across from me in the cab, it's a fancy limousine style get up. I've never really been much of a fan of them. But here we are all in this fancy limousine together. Matthew holding onto Taylor in front of me as she giggles and responds to his very word. I am beginning to think she wants to torment me. Ironically I was supposed to be making her jealous not the other way around.

It's her legs I tell myself. They go on for days. And in those red heels, I'm lost to her. My eyes travel up from her louboutins all the way up to her eyes as she flicks a stare in my direction. Her eyes flirting with me just briefly.

Rach is muttering on about something to me and I cannot concentrate. Matthew is touching Taylor's thigh and I'm transfixed in the moment when she bent over showing me everything before we left. Her cleavage and slim frame. The scent of her perfume and her glistening tan, tendrils of ringlets dropping down her chest. I gaze at her wondering, as she looks in my direction again, wanting to remove myself from the entire situation. The beauty of it is that he is so attached to her that he doesn't see her wandering eyes, but believe me they wander. I, however think I've taken on more than I can handle. I'm too attracted to her, especially right now. And Taylor, beautiful as she is, is just in control of me. Wrapped around her little finger caught in the moments that we steal.

"Jay, I'll make you a cocktail when we get there what do you want" Rach says attempting to charm me. Rachel does look nice, and before Taylor I would have thought her my type. Her hair is blonde and straight, she is typically pretty. Slathered in tons of makeup, she is wearing Taylor's perfume which is just not helpful one bit. She smiles at me, wondering if I'm listening to her. Remaining quiet I just kiss her on her lips.

Taylor has uttered my name twice now in her sleep whilst I've been in the same room as her. As she slept earlier across from me, before the others returned, she sighed in her sleep, her hands rested by her sides curled up. Saying my name and then the words I want you. I quietly approached her to see if she was actually awake, stunned and believing she was playing a trick on me. She wasn't, in fact she was out for the count. I stroked her hair back, brushing her cheek with my thumb. Obsessing over what she could have been dreaming about.

This evening I've wondered about it non stop, even through Rachel changing in front of my very eyes. When I arrived at Matthew's earlier, I took one glance at her and saw her saying my name in her sleep; imagined kissing her at night and then mentally slapped myself for being a sap. Wearing her fiancés shirt, and only his shirt, I'm observant I could see her underwear dangling out of his pocket.

In the kitchen before Rachel bounded into the room, I wanted to just ask her, why are you saying my name in your sleep? Please tell me what I want to hear. She looked flushed, embarrassed even. Her buttons undone slightly. As she fastened them up hastily, I wanted to go over and take the shirt off of her completely and not just to have sex with her but to hold her in my arms. It's not happened to me before; feeling like I needed somebody this much. Wanted them to want me back in all of the same ways that I need them.