Love Me So I Don't Have To - COMPLETED

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*WARNING* SLIGHTLY NSFW

I had a dream last night. Or a nightmare. Something. I don't know. I don't think I've ever had a dream that felt so real. It honestly kinda scares me. Of course, I'm never one to admit fear easily, but I will now.

I can't remember the whole dream, like how it really started. I only remember the end. The ending itself was cut short anyways due to my sister waking me up at 6 in the damned morning because she thought I had school today.

Here's what I remember:

I was in my bed with a guy. Not just any guy. The guy. The guy I've held a grudge against since my freshman year. I actually don't think I've talked about him here directly, but I will later on, I suppose.

He was on top of me, kissing my neck and collarbone. I was taking my shirt off and he his. He started kissing me even lower. I know this wasn't some alternate universe where nothing bad ever happened between us and I didn't have a boyfriend I love so much. I remember dream me thinking about my boyfriend. I remember dream me feeling only slightly guilty.

Don't get me wrong. I would never cheat. Never ever. Under no circumstances. That's why this dream is bothering me so much. And also considering who it was with. If he (my boyfriend) and I weren't together in the dream then maybe we just broke up or something.

After our shirts were gone, my bra followed soon after. I remember my skin feeling so cold. I had goosebumps up and down my arms, chest, torso. I remember his skin feeling like fire against mine. I could feel my hands in his soft hair. So soft to where it could be reasonably questioned whether or not he washed all of the conditioner out of it when he showered. I can still hear my one quiet moan; it makes my skin crawl. I can still see his smirk. His slightly mocking laugh. I remember dream me wanting more. Dream him knew it, too.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise or something. Something to stop us before anything else could happen. I rushed to put on my shirt, not bothering with my bra. I remember him chuckling and telling me to "chill out". I told him to "shut the fuck up" with a small smile before pulling the covers over the both of us as if someone was about to bust through the door.

Sinful things happened. Well, some more sinful things happened. It really....disgusts me. The next thing I can remember happening after is trying to sneak him out of my house. Before it could progress anymore, I woke up in a panic.

All of the events flashed through my conscious and awake mind the moment my eyes opened. I stayed in bed for a minute or so, trying to process what my brain had just come up with and what it could possibly mean. I then decided to get out of bed to see why whoever woke me up at unholy hours. Since then, I've been going over it all. Analyzing and trying to figure out why it all happened in my dream. Sorry, I mean nightmare.