❝ i lived a lifetime with him and he doesn't even know it ❞
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in the sequel to my little secret, we learn that people are never the same as they are in your dreams. when david wakes up from his coma and discovers that the past six months he'd spent...
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DAVID SONG: MASIE PETERS PLACE WE WERE MADE
"I think you might be it." He whispered.
Simon pressed his lips firmly onto David's, his hands on David's wrists. Blinking slightly in surprise, David squeaked a little before letting the man kiss him, softly doing so back. His mouth trailed onto David's neck, bit softly, before pulling away and throwing him the office keys.
Memories from the coma flooded through my brain, making me flinch. I shrugged away from his grasp and looked him in the eye, my lower lip trembling. Everyone else was still dancing, but I felt frozen to the spot.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." I muttered, storming away from the dance floor and brushing past the big crowds of people. The cold air hit me as I ran out the door, my feet patting on the pavement.
I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jeans and walked along the empty streets, the lamps shining light into the sky. The plain white t-shirt I wore didn't provide any warmth, and soon goosebumps began appearing all up my arms due to the crisp, 2am weather. My phone was repetitively buzzing as I finally reached the road my house was on, but the need of just being in my own home made me ignore the notifications.
I slotted the key into the door and shut it behind me, taking off my shoes. Bert padded excitedly next to me as I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom. I pulled off my white t-shirt and jeans leaving me in just my boxers. I sighed and fell back on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers over me and grabbing my phone, checking my messages.
From: Matt :) Where are you? Jimmy's way too drunk, don't know where you are. Send help. Or send a hot stripper to give me a free blowjob. Either works just hurry up.
From: Simon Soryy zxxc
I rolled my eyes at Matt's message, but sighed at Simon's. He was so intoxicated that he'd probably end up having sex with some stripper and getting charged thousands of pounds, and not remember any of it, let alone seeing me, the next day. I selected Matt's message and replied,
To: Matt :) All got a bit too much. Don't want to talk about it. Keep Simon out of trouble for me, will you? Put a dark haired wig on and get Jimmy to give you a blowjob... he's too drunk to notice anyway. x
I sighed and awaited his reply, letting my mind trail back to Simon. The way he'd looked at me like he had in my dreams. How it felt so real, like I was back in my long term reverie. And I hadn't kissed him. Why hadn't I kissed him? I was scared, nervous and worried it would end up badly, just like before. I was stupid like that, I suppose. Things wouldn't ever be the same.
