Favorite Mistake

Chapter 6

I was finally home. 

Bryson tagged along; he wanted to hang out. He's been clingy lately, but I don't mind. I honestly like it. 

We ordered some dinner from a Thai restaurant. Bryson was kind enough to pay. We turned on a movie to enjoy while eating. Today,  I learned we both enjoyed horror movies. The movie had two parts. We watched both of them before we decided to sit down and talk. 

"That was a good movie," Bryson said as he slumped onto the couch, putting his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

"Yeah, it was nice. I can't remember the last time I spent time watching a movie with someone." I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

He sits up and lays my head on his lap. I put my legs on the couch to make myself comfortable. Bryson starts running his hands through my curly hair. I start to feel tingles throughout my body. Like a wave of relaxation just came over me.

It feels good.

Thank god I took the time to detangle my hair today.

"I don't think you need to get back with him and break his heart to make a point."

"You might be right, but I don't think you understand. Have you ever had a girlfriend before?" I said, turning my head towards his face. He was looking straight ahead. He looked zoned out.

...

"Bryson?"

"...no"

He paused for quite some time...was he lying to me?

"I mean, no, sorry, I zoned out. I never really focused on having a relationship or even friendship with a girl".

"Why?"

"Well, I set goals for myself at a very young age. Im very goal-oriented. Don't get me wrong, the world is filled with beautiful girls, but I don't think I met a girl that made me want to put my life on pause."

For some reason, I was a little sad...I didn't understand why.

"Do you mind if I stay the night?"

"Do you not like home?" I said with a smile, trying not to sound mean or rude.

"Is it wrong for a guy to want to always be with his buddy?"

Ouch...wait- why am I saying ouch, we are buddies.

"Well, because of you, I haven't felt lonely since the breakup," I said, smiling as I made my way to the bedroom.

"Also, you can sleep on the bed if you want. I don't mind, but you might want to grab the blanket on the couch. I hog the blankets."

Bryson grabbed the blanket, and we headed to the bathroom. We start brushing our teeth and making silly faces in the mirror. Bryson was so fun to be with. We then started washing our faces. Bryson pulls out a separate washbag full of just skincare. Woah, I didn't think he was into that stuff. I mean, Bryson is elegant and clean-looking. And his skin glows. I shouldn't even be surprised. 

It was nice, though. We started doing our skincare together, and it was fun. We made jokes here and there. It was like two corny people in one room.  

We get out of the bathroom and start getting into the bed.

"Goodnight, Asia" Bryson said as he yawned. Drifting into slumber.

"Sweet dreams, Bryson" 

Except I didn't sleep. I stayed up watching him sleep. I had never seen a man so beautiful. I was so tempted to touch him. He looked soft, and his skin was like gold. I had to resist my temptation to avoid waking him. His lips were plump and...

I closed my eyes.

I quickly turn away from him. I can't view him this way... He's like my best friend. 

I turn back around to face him. I couldn't help myself...

I slid my hand down into my pants. The warmth... the wetness... 

Adam never made me feel this way and he's actually gotten the chance to touch me. Its never been this easy for me. Anything sexual always felt awkward for me. 

I closed my eyes no longer looking at Bryson. But he was still in my mind. This time it was his hands.

My hands were tied to bed.

I looked around confused. 

He teased me with the touch of his fingers. he began to carress every inch of my body, whispering sweetly into my ear. 

"You look beautiful playing with yourself, but I couldn't help it. I had to step in"

I couldn't stop blushing I wanted to hide my face but my hands were tied. How did it even get to this point??

"I know this isn't your first time but..."

before he even finishes that sentences I look down and I see- HOLY SHIT!!! Is that normal?? thats like a whole foot...

"can you take it?"

I opened my mouth and my eyes dilated. I couldn't even speak. 

Before I could even answer Bryson pushs back my legs, thrusting forward, pushing his dick deep inside of me. 

I throw my head back and right before I let out a loud moan I wake up. 

WAIT WHAT!?

I got up fast. I felt a tingling sensation down there. It was also very wet...

Its been ages since I've had a wet dream.

"Hey, you okay?"

I turn to bryson with pancakes in his hands. 

"awww are those for me?"

"yeah- wait did you.. oh...OH"

"NO"

I quickly grabbed the blanket. 

My juices had seeped through my pants. It didn't get on the bed so it didn't look like I peed the bed but who knows what he's thinking.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"No one Bryson! its just a little accident"

"I mean its not blood. Was it a.. dream? A wet one perhaps?"

Bryson smiles at me, making fun of my little "accident".

"Your lucky you're holding my pancakes, I would've thrown this pillow at you"  I said flashing a bright smile mocking his grin. 

He laughs and sits next to me handing me my pancakes. 

"I see you added a lot of fruits, I love fruits"

"Good were trying to build healthy habits"

"mhmmm" I say stuffing my face with his delicious pancakes

"woah, this is good"

He smiles wiping the syrup off the corner of my lips. He licks it off his thumb.

I stop and stare at him. That was kinda.. I don't know but it had me in my head. 

Snap out of it. 

I hand him my pancakes and tell him to set it aside. I had to get out of these clothes. 

I get in the shower and all I can think about is Bryson. Damn I should've played some music. I dont even think it would make a difference.  I still cant believe I had a dream like that. I cant fall in love with Bryson.

And im going to make sure I dont.