Can't Remember To Forget You

Chapter Two: Wet Dreams Aren't Just For Teenagers.

Rihanna

It was a Saturday night and I spend a terrible night. I think I was getting sick, my whole body was sweating like crazy and I just couldn't get to sleep.
A stomach ache was keeping me awake as I could literally feel my heart beat in my chest, I thought I would never get a minute of sleep but I was wrong.
I could describe my dream in every detail, it began with me and Aubrey watching TV but ended up in both of our bodies rubbing against eachother in a mix of our sweat and hot breathing.
"I want you, I love you."
His words rang in my ear even when I had woken up, I couldn't believe I just had a wet dream about my bestfriend.
How old was I ? I wasn't a teenage girl anymore, that was ridiculous !
I still couldn't get the images of my dream off of my head, I just spend the rest of the night watching TV so I wouldn't have to think about it.

The next night, I had the same dream. It was starting to haunt me and I didn't know what to think about it.
Each time, he would tell me he loved me and I would immediatly wake up.
I decided not to tell anyone about this dream, the last thing I wanted was anyone to think there could be something between us. The media was making up enough stories about us to start new rumors.
I would've liked to tell Melissa but I felt like it wouldn't be a good idea, talking about it would just make it worst.
To think about something else, I decided to have fun at the club with my closest friends. We had a great night out and that's where I met Mike, he was such a sweet man and we had a great talk outside of the club, even if I was a little bit wasted.
As the gentleman he was, by the end of the night, he drove me back to my place.
We stayed quite a long time talking right infront of my apartment's door but I knew he wouldn't leave before he had what he wanted.
I wasn't surprised to see him lean down towards me as our lips touched.
He wasn't bad at kissing at all but the only thing I could think of was Aubrey...
I can't think of him while I'm kissing another man, I told myself but that was it, I couldn't stop myself.
Of course, I dreamed of him once again and it didn't even surprised me at this point.