Addicted z.m

Chapter 23

Zayn's POV

"Zayn," she moaned. "Zayn, wake up."

My eyes fluttered open and it was as if I had woken up to my dream rather than from it. Spencer hovered over me, the only difference being worry was etched in her face. "Are you alright?"

I took a moment to collect my thoughts before answering her. "Yeah...why?"

"You were stirring in your sleep," she whispered. "I figured you were having a bad dream."

Oh, you couldn't be more wrong, I thought.

She wiped my forehead off and stroked my cheek. "You're sweating like crazy."

I sat up and leaned against the head board, wiping my face off then meeting Spencer's eyes. She looked at me, expectingly and grabbed my hand.

"Wanna talk about it?" she asked.

I shook my head and she frowned. "Trust me, you don't want to hear about it."

She wasn't convinced. I gently took ahold of her chin to make sure I had her full attention.

"It's nothing to worry about, I promise," I stated. "For your sake, it's better you not know."

She stared at me carefully then realisation filled her eyes. "Oh," she nodded.

Confusion hit me hard. The way she said "Oh"...it was more than just understanding; it was as if she knew exactly what I meant. "What?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing," she kissed my cheek then pulled the covers up over her shoulder as she settled to fall back asleep.

"Spencer..." I warned.

She sighed and sat up again, not looking at me.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I ran my fingers through her hair and she turned her head to meet my eyes.

"Caleb told me you've been having dreams about me..." she confessed.

I could feel heat rise to my cheeks as I tore my eyes away from her and covered my face in irritation with Caleb and embarrassment. "That son of a bitch," I groaned to myself.

She stroked my cheek soothingly and smiled at me. "Zayn, it's okay," she tried to assure me. "It's not that big of a deal. It's honestly, in a strange way, satisfying."

I gave her a questioning look and her smile widened.

"Better me than someone else," she explained.

I still didn't know what to say to her. This had never happened to me before. And Spencer was being really cool about it.

"If it makes you feel any better," she began, "I used to have dreams about you."

My eyes slightly widened as my eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"I mean, I'm sure they weren't as...pleasurable as yours, but yeah, they were there."

"What do you mean by that?" I felt somewhat hurt by her words but I shook it off and waited for her answer.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it that way!" she had noticed my offended tone. "I can't believe I'm even talking about this. I promised I'd never mention them to you."

"Well we're talking about it now," I stated. She scooted into me and rested her head on my chest.

"Do you remember the night before you first kissed me when I had that nightmare?" she reminded. I nodded, urging her to go on as I was eager to find out the relevance. "And I asked you if you would ever hurt me, physically?"