Dreaming

~6~

I'm in bed while the moonlight is trickling in though my open curtains. I go to close them by something is weighing me down, no someone.

I look down in horror, and see a sculpted arm wrapped around me. This can't be happening, I just broke up with my boyfriend.

I follow the arm up to the body of this mysterious man and I'm horrified. It's Matthew.

His built frame is wrapped around me and I almost pass out. Yes he is kind and good looking and takes care of me but I can't even imagine myself with him... can I?

He pulls me in closer. "You awake already?" He asks in a husky voice. "Um, ya... but why are you in my bed?" I grimace. "You don't remember? Guess I'll have to do a little reminding."

He positions himself on top of me and leans down so close I can see all the different colours in his eyes as he stares down into mine. Our lips inches apart. I start to lean in too when everything starts to blur and I'm pulled back into reality.

It's a Tuesday morning and I'm all alone in my empty bed.

What. Just. Happened. I did not just dream that because you know what they say, if you dream of someone sexually it means that you have some kind of attraction towards them and I don't want to face that problem. Not with him.

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I get myself together before school starts and put on a happy face just in time to see Amy. "My goodness you should have stayed home today, I would have been heartbroken I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now."
"I'm fine, really" I say trying to sound confident.
"In my experience fine is never just fine, especially with girls." Matt jokes.

I can barely look at him in the eye without thinking of last nights dream, and I think my face says that for me because I'm as red as a tomato. "Hey, you good over there?" Matt asks concerningly while Amy just sits there confused. "Yup just so ready to go to class see ya!" I blurt out practically running to my next class. Their faces just contort in confusion as they watch me run away.

I look at what I have as my first class and am so grateful that neither Amy nor Matt are in my class so that they can't ask anything about what just happened but I am miserably reminded that that pain in the ass Logan is.

"Hey sweet cheeks, what was that ordeal about" Logan passes that snarky remark out with a grin plastered onto his lips. I just ignore him and head into the maths class, where he soon follows right behind me... great.