Caught In Between (B5 Story)

The Arrivial

---Andria couldn't sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of Patrick—those lips, those eyes, that smile, and undeniably, that body. She wanted him now. Grabbing her phone, she typed quickly: 

 **Andria**: Meet me by Dustin's door. 

 **Patrick**: Are you okay? 

 **Andria**: Just meet me. 

 **Patrick**: Okay.

She sprang into action, rushing to the bathroom to touch up her hair and apply a hint of lip gloss. She slipped off her nightgown, wrapped herself in a robe, and took a deep breath. The knock came just as she glanced at the mirror one last time.

Opening the door, she found Patrick standing there in nothing but pajama pants. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern. Andria's eyes roamed over him—his lips moving as he spoke, his toned chest. She barely heard him.

"Andria?" His voice snapped her back to reality. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice low and trembling. "Now I am."

Before he could respond, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the room and shutting the door behind them. Without hesitation, she kissed him. Hard. Patrick didn't resist, their lips moving in perfect sync.

He swept her up and laid her gently on the bed, his kisses slowing just enough to speak between them. "I thought...you...and us...and things..."

"Patrick," she interrupted, her voice breathy, "I don't care about Dustin. I want *you*."

He paused, hovering over her, his eyes searching hers. "You want me?"

"Yes," Andria confessed. "I've wanted you from the moment we met."

His lips curved into a smile, and he whispered, "That's all I've ever wanted."

He kissed her again, deeply, passionately, trailing down her neck with a tenderness that sent shivers through her.

--- Suddenly, her name broke through the haze, first softly, then louder. "Andria... Andria... Andria!"

She froze, blinking as her dream blurred and reality came into focus. She opened her eyes to see Aja standing over her, shaking her awake.

"Andria!"

"What the hell, Aja?" she snapped, sitting up abruptly.

"Relax," Aja said, smirking. "Judging by the way you were moaning, I'd say that was one hell of a dream."

Andria's face turned crimson. "It's not... it wasn't what you think!"

Aja raised a brow, crossing her arms. "Oh, *really*? Save it, Andria. Your little... *moment* woke me up."

Andria tried to protest, but Aja waved her off with a laugh. "Girl, don't worry. We've all been there."

Embarrassed, Andria tried to change the subject. "What do you want, anyway?" "Get downstairs. We've got things to plan," Aja replied with a grin before walking off.

Andria groaned, flopping back onto the bed. The dream lingered, vivid and impossible to shake. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. It was going to be a long day.

I stared at the empty bed while brushing my teeth, the silence around me more unsettling than soothing. Dustin was nowhere to be found. It wasn't a first, and deep down, I already knew the reason. He probably got drunk again. Maybe cheated, too. I sighed, spitting out the toothpaste.