BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

Chapter 13:WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF.

MAYA/Third person's POV.

As the morning sun burst into the room, its bright rays dancing across the space, Maya stirred, slowly emerging from the haze of sleep. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the warm light, and glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. But as she tried to recall the events of the previous night, her mind drew a blank. Confusion etched on her face, she assumed she must still be asleep, lost in one of those rare, lucid dreams that felt almost real.

And that's when she saw him - Andrew, lying beside her, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. In her dreams, Andrew often appeared, but he never stayed long enough for her to speak to him, to connect with him. He'd vanish, leaving her with a lingering sense of longing. But this dream felt different. The air was thick with an almost palpable sense of intimacy, and Andrew's presence felt more real than ever before. Maya's heart skipped a beat as she realized that, in this dream, Andrew was holding her, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if she meant everything to him.

In the vivid dream, Maya gazed at Andrew, mesmerized by the peaceful rise and fall of his chest as he slept soundly, his arms wrapped protectively around her. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet as her eyes wandered, lingering on the contours of his bare chest. She had often fantasized about what it would be like to see Andrew shirtless, to touch his skin, and now, in this dream, she was practically pressed against him.

The intimacy of the moment took her breath away, surpassing every fantasy she'd ever had about him. This was the closest she'd ever come to Andrew, and she felt like she could die a happy woman now. A soft, dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she hummed in contentment.

"Hmmm..." She forced her eyes to remain closed, afraid to open them and shatter the illusion. Once she did, she'd be thrust back into reality, forced to confront the cold, hard truth: Andrew didn't feel the same way. The thought was too painful to bear, so she lingered in the dream, savoring the fleeting sensation of being in Andrew's arms.

Maya's quiet giggles filled the air as she playfully poked Andrew's toned abdomen, her fingers dancing across his skin. Dream Andrew's reaction was adorable - he scrunched up his nose, reminding her of a cute, fluffy bunny. Entranced, Maya continued to tease him, her pokes becoming more gentle and affectionate.

In this dream, Andrew was unrecognizable from the real-life version. Gone was the arrogant smirk that made her want to...well, both kiss and smack him, simultaneously! Instead, dream Andrew was all vulnerability and charm, his usual defenses stripped away, leaving him endearingly exposed. Maya's heart swelled with affection for this fictional version of Andrew, and she reveled in the freedom to express her feelings without fear of rejection or ridicule.

As Maya continued to poke Andrew's cheeks and abs, she became enveloped in the intoxicating scent that was uniquely his. It was a heady aroma that made her feel lightheaded and giddy. Andrew stirred in his sleep, his arms tightening around her, refusing to let her go. Maya felt a deep sense of comfort and security in his warm embrace, her messy curls finding a perfect resting place against his broad chest.

Her eyes wandered, and she couldn't help but drool at the sight of his chiseled six-pack abs. But then, a mischievous idea struck her. With a sly smile, Maya slowly pulled away from Andrew's embrace, her head shifting to his face, where his right ear beckoned. She nibbled on it slowly, her teeth grazing his skin, and Andrew let out a low, husky moan. The sound sent shivers down Maya's spine, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the realization that she had the power to elicit such a response from him.

Maya's eyes widened in astonishment as the sound of Andrew's moan resonated through her entire being. It was a deep, throaty, and unapologetically masculine sound that left her breathless. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine, her heart racing with excitement.