Nightmares | Sethos x Fem!Reader

Chapter 26

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"What the fuck..." I mumble to myself, drenched in cold sweat after waking up from a dream that I don't know how I should feel about. My heart is racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps, and I can't get those weird, vivid images out of my mind. It's so damn embarrassing. I groan in frustration, burying my face in my pillow, trying to shake off the lingering heat in my body.

The dream was intense. Too intense. It wasn't a nightmare, but it wasn't exactly a welcome experience either. My skin feels hot, my thoughts muddled with fragments of the dream that refuse to fade away. I can't help but feel all hot and bothered after what I just experienced, even though it was just a dream.

I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. My thoughts are a mess, tangled up in the vivid images of Sethos, of the way he looked at me, the way he touched me in the dream. It was just a dream, but it felt so real, so intense. It's not like I've never thought about him that way before, but dreaming about it... that's different.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the images to go away, but they only seem to grow clearer, more insistent. His hands on my skin, his breath against my ear, the way he made me feel... I groan again, frustrated with myself. This isn't something I should be thinking about, especially not now that things are finally starting to make sense between us.

"Get a grip, idiot," I say to myself, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. Not even 4 am... Sighing, I try to fall asleep again, but the aching, the need for this dream to become reality keeps me wide awake, making my thoughts hazier than ever in a long time.

Eventually, the restless energy becomes too much, and I can't resist the pull any longer. My feet hit the cool floor with a soft thud as I quietly make my way out of my room, and to Sethos's door. It's a reckless move, one that I know I'll overthink in the morning, but right now, I need to be close to him.

The door creaks as I push it open just enough to slip inside. The room is dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Sethos is sprawled out on his bed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. He looks peaceful, utterly unaware of the turmoil I'm in, and for a moment, I hesitate, wondering if I'm making a huge mistake.

But the need for comfort, for his presence, overpowers the doubt, and I find myself crawling into bed beside him. The mattress dips under my weight, but Sethos doesn't stir. I inch closer, careful not to wake him, until I'm close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

I settle into the space beside him, my head resting on the pillow near his, and I can't help but let out a small sigh of relief. The tension in my chest eases slightly just from being near him.

I reach out hesitantly, my fingers brushing against his arm, and the contact sends a jolt through me. Even though he's asleep, just touching him feels like a forbidden thrill, something I shouldn't be doing, but can't stop myself from wanting.

Snuggling closer, I rest my forehead against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It's calming, soothing even, and I let myself relax into him. My mind is still a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but for now, being close to him like this helps to quiet the storm.

I close my eyes, my arm draping over his waist as I pull myself against him. I know this is probably crossing a line, that I'm letting my feelings get the better of me, but right now, I don't care. All I care about is the warmth of his body against mine, the way his presence seems to ground me in a way nothing else can.

Sethos stirs slightly, his arm shifting in his sleep to drape around me instinctively, pulling me closer. My heart skips a beat, and I hold my breath, afraid he might wake up and ask what the hell I'm doing in his bed. But he doesn't wake. Instead, he mumbles something incoherent, his grip on me tightening ever so slightly.