He ran his tongue against my bottom lip, making me gasp. His warm tongue lined my lips and then was quickly shoved in my mouth. I moaned, wanting to deepen the kiss and take this further. Next thing I know, he was unbuckling his belt and pulling my shirt over my head.
"Ella..." He moaned.
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"Ella!"
I jump awake, hearing the sound of my best friends voice next to my ear. He always knew when to wake me up from my naps, considering I take them multiple times a day.
I groaned and turned my body towards him. "Huh?"
I could feel his warm breath fanning on me as he spoke. I can't believe I just had a sex dream about him.
"It's time for me to go back to my dorm. Jerome is done with class." He shifted in my bed, starting to move his feet towards the ground. Still half asleep, I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him into me, trapping him in a hug.
"Just stay for a little bit longer please." He stopped fighting the hug and relaxed into my arms.
He turned so he was facing me and muttered, "You missed half of the show you wanted to watch with me." I blinked, turning my head towards my computer and looking at the episode number.
"Dammit, guess you'll just have to stay longer." He laughed and so did I. I soon found myself staring into his dark eyes, wondering what my future with him would be like. Would we stay friends? Would we get together? I wanted to find out as soon as possible, just to prepare myself. His lips quivered, drawing my attention to them. Next thing I know, his lips are against mine again. Soft and gentle. Sober and real. I feel him hesitate in the kiss and knowing that he's only ever kissed me drunk, I keep the kiss going. Eventually we pull away with a string of spit trailing behind.
He hesitated before opening his mouth to speak.
"Let's go on a date."
