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°Deanne's POV° 5:58A.M.
I wake up with a jolt, my breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
The room feels hot, like mi can barely breathe, and my body, particularly between my legs, is tingling in a way that has me feeling all sorts of confused.
My heart is racing, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
The sheets are tangled around my legs, and my mind is lost somewhere between sleep and reality.
It tek mi a moment to realize where I am, but the feeling, the heat, quickly gets to me. No man, mi a burn up!
Rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm, I look around the room, realizing that the fan is off.
Oh, that's why mi so frigging hot!
Mercy...
But why mi feel so down desso?
My mind recalls the dream I just woke up from. And not just the dream, but the main character in it.
Driva.
The name alone sends another rush through me, making me press my thighs together as I try to push the memory away.
But it’s too fresh, too real, like it’s still happening. I can still feel him, the weight of his body pressing me down, the heat of his breath on my neck, the way his hands glide over me like they belong there.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to shake it off, but the images flash back to me in vivid detail. The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he could see. The way he touched me, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every moment. His lips were so close, almost touching mine, teasing me until I felt like I would burst from wanting him.
I let out a shaky breath, my chest still heaving as I try to calm my racing heart.
But mi body nawh listen a rass.
Mi cyaa believe mi really did deh yasso a have wet dream over the man to baxide!
Although, to be honest, I don't know why I'm surprised.
It's been a recurrent thing these past few days.
Especially since that time.
Mi been a try tell miself that it’s nothing, that mi just curious or whatever, but clearly my body intends on standing on business.
It’s still trapped in that dream, still craving that feeling, still wanting him. It takes me back to the stint in his car the other night. My skin tingles with the memory of his touch, my lips still feel the ghost of his kiss, and my heart is pounding like it’s trying fi break free from my damn chest.
