I awoke to the suffocation of heat surrounding me. Still half asleep, refusing to open my eyes I wrestle my shirt with my limbs in a tangle, attempting to find my relief, that my cool my body. I yanked it over my head, wriggling free from it's embrace as I opened my eyes.
I was surprise to find myself neatly tucked in to bed but I was even more surprise to find an arm resting lazily across my waist. As I tried to remember the night before I was only met with small snippets of a blur drunken haze, none of which lead my to a possible explanation for this scenario.
I hastily look to the side afraid that beside me laid a total stranger. But to my astonishment beside me, sleeping peaceful was Jace.
Oddly I was relieved that it was Jace. There was something confronting about the fact that it wasn't a total stranger.
For some reason this felt- normal. something about his closer presence felt family, but I couldn't quick put my finger on what it was about this that felt like deja vu.
My eyes seem to scan him. taking note at the way his hair fell on to his eyes and how the soft strains manage to look as if they were placed there on purpose.
His hair looked so soft that It made me wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it. The though had me almost reach out until I reminded myself that I could. What if you were awoken by the touch? how would I explain myself? If only the liquid courage was still with in me, the temptation would have over-rid my senses.
Yet that was not the only thing I was curious off. I have fought the temptation many times before but with the chance so close, I could harmless tame my curious eyes.
But despite my efforts my eyes deceive me as they land on Jace's lips. They seemed so soft and sweat as they whisper a silent request to meet mine. Hypnotised by their allure I found myself slowly leaning closer and closer, inches apart my actions came to a halt as my eyes traced over his face. He was beautiful but he was my boss.
"Why you?" I ask myself out loud , immediately regretting it was his eyes began to open.
And soon I was met with a pair of tired brown eyes. As if in a sleepy daze, he didn't seem to register the inches apart we were, or that we were in the same bed. We both stared at each other, as if time had froze.
In my shocked and embarrass state, I could help but feel self conscious about his stare, and that was when it hit me. I had taken my shirt of when I woke up because of the heat-I quickly looked down, to find myself in only a pair of leggings and bra.
I yelped as realisation set in. I was half naked in front of my boss!
I wriggled free from the blankets, flinging myself out of the bed, in a hast attempt to recollect my shirt, not sparing Jace another look.
Once the shirt was over my head, I turned around to find a very shocked and confused look Jace.
"Why did you have your shirt off?" He question earning a scoff from me. "He is in MY house. In My bed and he thinks he can question me" I thought to myself before realising he was staring at me waiting for a response.
"I-I-" I started yet with his piecing eyes staring into my I couldn't manage to get the words out. There was something about his eyes that caught my tongue and made me stumble on my words, clouding my mind.
Sensing my cheeks heating under his gaze, quickly made my way to the bathroom closing the door behind me.
At this point I didn't care how I looked to him, I simply wanted to get way from the strange feeling that began to rise in my chest. Whats happening to me?
I closed my eyes, once I opened them again I was no longer in the bathroom but I was back in my bed. A sense of relief swept upon me as I realised it was all just a dream.
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I may or may not have just added this chapter about the dream to annoy you guys because I know how you're probably sick and tired of all these dreams Sarah has been having but I promise you'll find out more about them soon. They're actually important!!
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