yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍy ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Chapter 38

Shenna's POV

We were both covered up with sweat, making our bodies stick to each other. It was making it a bit uncomfortable, but rather hot and full of pleasure.

I had never felt so much pleasure inside me, in my life, as now. My legs were melting with his touch.

I moan. I moan low, but loud enough for him to hear as a scream. A scream from my soul. A scream full of pleasure.

His sweaty body over mine, moving fast against me. He's rocking his hips faster and faster, making me scratch his back with my left hand as he holds my right one above my head.

When we both reach our climax, I let out a final moan. "Duff!"

I wake up in a jump and fall on the floor. I thought I'd stopped having these stupid dreams two weeks ago.

But I was wrong. I had it again and it's giving me anxiety.

I open my eyes and I look around, recognizing where I am. I'm in Guns house. Not so bad. I remember nothing since I left the Whiskey, but since I'm full dressed nothing bad happened. I guess.

I need fresh hair.

With effort, I get up and walk to the back door which gives access to the backyard. On my way, I grab an half full bottle of vodka.
The sun is bright. Too bright for my eyes.

Taking snips from the bottle, I walk to the deck chairs and sit down in one of them.

When I sit down, I cry. I just cry and sob, with my anxiety taking all the power away from my body.

Why do I dream about having sex with Duff? It doesn't make sense. It's stupid. I'm stupid.

"Sheena, are you ok?"  I hear a voice behind me and I feel a hand landing on my shoulder. With a face full of tears, I turn back to see who it is and I see Duff standing behind me. "Holy shit Sheena!" He exclaims, running to the deck chair next to mine and sits down. "What's wrong, doll?" He asks with concern, but I can't answer him because all I can do is crying.

"I-I d-do-don't know." I cry and take a deep breath. "Something is wrong with me." My voice cracks in every word. I hate this. I hate this so much.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" His voice is low and soft. "You know you can tell me everything." He gives me a warm smile.

I don't know if I should tell him. It's gonna be weird. I can't just tell him you know, I dreamt about me having sex with you, oh and hey, it’s not the first time this happens.

The other times this happened, I ignored it, I pushed it to the back of my head. But this time, it is worse. This dream was somehow so much more intense that came with my horrible anxiety.

I take one more spin from the bottle to get the guts to tell him.

"I-I dream-t about u-us." I say, tears are running down through my face. "Y-you an-and I..." I sob. I can't do this. I can't.

"We..."

"We were having sex!" I exclaim quickly so it doesn't hurt so much.

"Fuck." He mutters under his breath. After taking a good breath, he speaks again. "I have to tell you something..." He sighs.

What did I do wrong? Did I do something wrong? What's wrong with me? I know I'm a horrible person but please, do I deserve this?

"Your dream, it's not just a dream, we really did it." Hearing his words makes me lose my breath and a big pain appears on my chest.