close your eyes and feel me

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As he opened his eyes, he saw her head resting on his chest. Her brown, long soft locks spread over him, so free. Her face was peaceful, at ease, lovely really. So was his.

Sidney slowly lifted his hand to gently brush her pale, naked skin. He acknowledged the ring on his finger and thought of a lifetime of waking up like this, the woman he loved in the bed next to him. His heart was full, light... happy.

Charlotte's skin shivered under his touch. Her brows frowned as she woke up in Sidney's arms. With her eyes closed, she hid her face into the crook of his neck.
One kiss, gently placed on his skin. She was barely brushing his skin with her lips, but it was now his turn to shiver from the other's touch.

"A lifetime of this", Sidney thought again.

All while smiling, eyes still closed, Charlotte's hand slowly went from his chest to his shoulder, then all the way to his belly, leaving behind a trails of tingles. Unable not to smile, a soft sigh left his mouth as he too closed his eyes. He held her closer.

She kissed him on the next a second time, then her fingers danced their way on his jawline. Her naked body against his, she climbed on top of him, all while without breaking her kisses. As she enrolled her own legs around his hips, Sidney's body reacted instantly.

Eyes open for both now, he looked at her. Her hair was loose around her face, barely covering her breast. The pale skin was a pristine, soft one. His finger touched her lips, which she opened just enough to taste him.

She looked like a goddess while he, on the other hand, looked like a simple mortal not deserving of her whatsoever.

"Touch me", she whispered, her hands on his chest, massaging his body.

Her voice was sensual, in need. It surprised him at first, but the feeling of her body on his quickly brought him back to the moment they were sharing. Who cared if he couldn't remember when they'd start talking like that to one another? That a naked Charlotte in his bed was of the realm of impossible yesterday? This feeling was too good, too satisfying for him to doubt.

So he did. He touched her everywhere he could think of touching her. At first, they stayed in the same position, her on top of him while he lay on the bed. He touched her hips, then her waist. He massaged her breast while she moaned, slowly grinding his lower stomach. He went on to cup her ass in his hands, bringing their chest together. Now both seated on the mattress, his lips were close enough so he could kiss her.

Once he did, he did it again. He kissed her until they were both out of breath, panting in each other's face. Sidney lifted Charlotte up and put her on her back, making her breast bounce a little. He kissed them too.

Now that he had touched everything, felt the softness of her skin under his, he wanted more. As he lowered himself to kiss her belly, leaving trails of his breath over her, she moaned again.

"When will your wife be home?", she asked under her breath.

Confused, Sidney's hand stopped their circular motions over her breast. His head in the crook of her hips, he asked : What did you just say?

Clearly unaware of his confusion, Charlotte gently brushed his arms as she said again : " Your wife. When will Eliza be home?"

His breath caught in his throat as his head quickly raise to look at Charlotte, shocked.

His heart, the same heart that felt so warm a few seconds ago, was suddenly aching violently. The ring he was admiring earlier started to burn, and like his skin itself knew what he was doing was wrong, his whole body burned too.

Suddenly, reality was brought back to him. He had never been in a bed with Charlotte, neither had he ever tasted her skin or touched her body the way he had.

He remembered then that he was not set to marry Charlotte, but Eliza. That he did not have a lifetime ahead of him, not with the woman he loved, and that her lips weren't his to kiss.
Now racing dangerously, his heart was in pain and before he could realize it, Sidney Parker was back in his bed, damped from head to toe from the sweat and his heart was pounding violently against his chest.

This was another night of being engaged to the wrong woman, and it was only another nightmare waking him up. It was the same the night before, and he would bet this was going to be the same the for the next one.

How could he spend the rest of his life in this state? How would he be able to wake up, in the middle of the night, his wife by his side, all because of a dream he had about another woman?

This was set to be a miserable life, he knew of it. Charlotte Heywood, in the meantime, would make new encounters and would eventually move on, if it wasnt already done. One day, she would find love and would marry.

That man would be able to do all kinds of wonderful things to her, in their shared bed. He would spend a complete,fulfilling life with her by his side.

This future man would get to do that, all while Sidney would only be able to hold on to some memories of a summer amongst other summers. Soon enough, he would be a thing of the past for Charlotte.

She wouldn't be for him, that he knew. He could tell that tonight's dream was bound to happen again, and he had the funny, sick feeling he would wake up in complete agony, pretending to love someone else, all while dreaming of Charlotte Heywood every night.