Romeo & Juliet ✅ Completed✅

Wet Dream

Wet Dream: Chapter 22
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I mumbled a curse under my breath. Taking a deep breath, I spun around in my spot, turning to face away from the door.

To my surprise, he was still asleep. Very asleep to be exact.

I frowned, furrowing my brows in confusion. I stepped forward until I reached the side of his bed. His lids were tightly shut, his grip was also tight around the pillow on his hold. Watching him carefully and closely, I watched as he licked his lips slowly, before letting out a groan.

I didn't really know what kind of groan it was. Pain? Pleasure?

I was about to find out soon enough.

Another groan left his plumped lips, followed after was a moan. A moan of pleasure. He bit his lip, tightly gripping the pillow. He shuffled around a bit, causing me to take a few steps back in caution. "Juliet." He groaned out. "I-I...oh God."

What the hell was he dreaming about?

"Oh god, just like that...I-I'm c-cumming. Uhhh." I gasped as I stumbled back against the desk behind me. My hand came up to cover it up. My posture froze as he let out one last groan of pleasure before stiffing in his spot. He was asleep again.

I ran for the window.

I didn't care how much noise I made, I had to get out of there or else I didn't know what stupid mistake I would make.

I slumped against the side of the house, trying to catch my breath. "Fuck." Placing a hand over my heart, I tried to steady my breathing, before trudging towards my house.

I couldn't believe it...

I just caught Romeo fucking Romero having a wet dream. About me.

It was probably ridiculous of me, but I couldn't help but let a sly grin settle on my face.

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"That's fûcking nasty."

I looked over at James, tightly holding onto his books, trying to control and contain the anger that was about to release from him.

Maybe I shouldn't have told him.

"James, it's fine. Maybe it w-" I was reassuring him, and trying to be reasonable, when my body was pushed aside, my books tumbling out of my grasp and landing on the floor. "Hey." I looked up with irritation at the person who knocked past me.

She looked like a twelve year old.

But obviously, she wasn't. She was in the same grade as us. Same age. Same year of graduation. Same classes. I just never seemed to notice her until now. Standing at the height of what seemed like 5'3, I towered over her at 5'8. Her green eyes stared back at me with as much intensity. A mop of large black curls rested on her head, pulled into a pony tail. She looked young. Very young. And she was beautiful. Very beautiful. James has told me many times that I was gorgeous, but just seeing this girl has brought down my confidence even more. Her milk chocolate skin glowed underneath the lights in the hallway, nearly sparkling.