Between The Lines

Chapter 100: Outrunning Thoughts

Third Person:

Rebecca couldn't stop thinking about Lane's dream. The idea that she had such a strong effect on him was both thrilling and terrifying. She hadn't known she could make him moan like that, even in his sleep. The sound of his voice replayed in her mind, soft and vulnerable, so different from his usual controlled demeanor. What could she have possibly done to him in that dream?

Her thoughts wandered as she tried to focus on her math assignment, but it was no use. Numbers and equations blurred together as her mind kept circling back to Lane. What exactly had she done to him in that dream? Had she touched him? Teased him? She felt a flush creep up her neck at the thought. She had tried teasing him before, but it always left her feeling guilty afterward, even if it had been fun in the moment. But in his dream, it seemed like she had done something much more... daring. What if she had touched him somewhere she had never dared to before? The thought made her blush even harder.

With a frustrated sigh, Rebecca decided she needed some air. She quickly finished her assignment and headed out for a walk, hoping it would clear her mind. But everywhere she looked, something reminded her of him. The gravel on the road made her think of his rough hands, the blue sky of his piercing eyes, and the yellow daffodils growing on the sidewalk reminded her of the way he'd always notice little things about her, things she hadn't even noticed herself.

She wondered again what she might have done in his dream. Could she really have made him lose control like that? The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying. She imagined her hands running down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his body. What if she had touched him lower, feeling the heat of him through his clothes, making him groan with need? The thought made her pulse race, and she quickly shook her head, trying to banish the image from her mind.

She knew she would never have the confidence to tease him like that in real life. She had tried once, but it had taken all her courage, and she had felt guilty afterward, like she had crossed a line. But in his dream, it seemed like she had done something that had made him completely lose control, something that had made him moan her name in his sleep.

Rebecca shook her head again, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind, but it was no use. Lane was everywhere, in everything she saw and everything she thought about. She knew she should stop obsessing over it, but she couldn't help herself. What had she done to him in that dream? What had he felt, what had he seen? She wished she could ask him, but she knew that was out of the question. She couldn't just bring it up in conversation, could she? The thought made her laugh, but it was a nervous, uneasy laugh. How would she even begin to ask him about something like that?

As she walked, her thoughts continued to swirl, her mind running through all the possibilities of what could have happened in that dream. She was almost afraid to know, but at the same time, she couldn't stop herself from wondering. What if she had made him feel so good, he had woken up wanting more? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickened her pace, trying to outrun the thoughts that wouldn't leave her alone.

Rebecca groaned as her alarm went off, the shrill sound cutting through her sleep-deprived haze. She slapped the snooze button, wishing she could just skip the day. She was in a funk, no doubt about it. Her period was late, and she felt the symptoms already creeping in—cramps, mood swings, the works. Just her luck! She dragged herself out of bed, careful not to let her foul mood seep into her interactions with her parents. But when she opened the fridge to pack her lunch and realized there was no food, her patience snapped.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, slamming the fridge door shut. "Either they forgot to go to the supermarket, or we're just broke."

Her siblings had already left for school and university with their mom, leaving Rebecca alone with her dad. He was sipping his coffee when she stormed into the kitchen, still fuming.