Dream, Set and Match

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After spending time with Zoya at the bowling alley, Monet felt exhausted yet content. She settled into bed with her iPad, intending to unwind with a few episodes of her favorite show before falling asleep. Just as she was getting comfortable, a sudden knock on the door startled her.

"Do not disturb," Monet called out automatically.

"It's me."

Recognizing the voice, Monet swiftly opened the door to find Layla standing there. "What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

With a determined expression, Layla responded, "I was wrong. I don't want to be with Jordan. I've been betraying my true feelings. I want you, Monet." Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed Monet passionately. Initially surprised, Monet shortly found herself responding with equal fervor to the kiss. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Their kisses deepened in intensity, their hands hurriedly shedding clothes as they made their way to the bed. Layla gently guided Monet onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Monet closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she felt Layla's lips on her neck. Her hands explored Monet's bare skin, tracing a path across her stomach until they hovered near her thighs.

Just as Monet anticipated Layla's next move, she felt fingers beneath her chin, gently urging her to open her eyes. When she did, she was met with a heated gaze from none other than Zoya. "It's always been you, Monet. You're the one I want," Zoya declared before initiating a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within her. Monet watched in astonishment as Zoya began to kiss her way down her body with deliberate slowness, finally arriving at the place where Monet desired her most.

As the intensity of the moment reached its peak, Monet abruptly woke up. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, breathless and drenched in sweat, utterly bewildered by what she had just experienced in her dream. Confronted with the shocking reality of her desire for Zoya, disbelief, and arousal intertwined within her. Even as she awakened to the cool darkness of her room, the echo of their forbidden encounter lingered vividly in her mind.

 Even as she awakened to the cool darkness of her room, the echo of their forbidden encounter lingered vividly in her mind

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The next day, Monet arrived at the tennis tournament, her mind still reeling from her dream about Zoya. She felt a strange mix of anxiety and eagerness, trying to focus on the tennis tournament. As she walked toward the tennis courts, she spotted Zoya stretching and felt her heart skip a beat when she saw her.

Zoya noticed Monet and walked over with a smile. "Hey, I already checked us in. We're playing on court 3 in 30 minutes."

Monet nodded, attempting to keep her composure, but her eyes darted away whenever Zoya looked at her. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled with fragments of the dream that refused to fade.

Noticing Monet's unusual behavior, Zoya asked nervously, "Hey, We're good, right? I know we have gotten really close lately, and I know that's something you're not used to, but if we're going to be genuine friends, we have to be open and honest with each other."

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