Bestfriend or Best Lover

FORTY THREE: ADMIRERS

Belle's POV

Belle woke up groaning on her bed. She rolled over, her chest pressing against the sheets, and covered her head with her arms. Her long dark hair was a tangled mess and she could feel the dried wetness between her thighs.

She groaned out loud again, her husky morning voice muffling into her pillow. Since when did she have a wet dream? The memories of Arden in her last night's dream flashed back in her mind and she could almost feel herself getting hot again by just remembering the sensations. She never had that kind of dream before but she felt it was too good to be true. In fact, it almost felt real.

Almost.

She opened her eyes narrowing at the sight of the sunlight streaming through the blinds of their open window. She instantly thought back to her dream. Because, in her dream, through the door opened and entered Arden in the middle of the night.

It was a silent night. The whispering of the trees and leaves were hushing through her window. Her curtains were floating and dancing from the breeze. And there stood my husband.

On the first day that she was brought at the mansion, she immediately loved it.

She found home.

As the days flew by, she had come to love the place more and more. She redesign the twins room. The renovation they did with the house is very minimal. Our thoughts of the place will now be filled of beautiful happy memories. She had explored the Garden and found beautiful roses, hydrageas, prowl palms and flowers blooming through the sunlight in the morning and shining under the moonlight at night. Not to mention the Pool.

Even though she hadn't come to know the entire place all the days of her life, she felt like she was meant to be here.

She shouldn't be thinking about the dream but she was. She couldn't ignore it. The dream was buried in her mind. Planted in her heart.

Blooming. Aching.

Shaking her head, hoping her thoughts would vanish, she pushed herself up and sat at the edge of her bed looking so lost. She knew she looked like a mess due to having been tossed around all night.

Stupid. Wet. Dream.

Finally, she carefully stood up bare feet on the floor and that was when she felt almost naked. She looked down to see that she was not wearing any underwear. She frowned and quickly thought about the night before if she had forgotten to wear underwear.

She shook her head. She never forgets to wear underwear. That would be stupid. She looked back at the bed in confusion and her eyes widened in disbelief when she saw her underwear on the floor.

Picking it up, she inspected it. Then her mind went back to her dream last night.

Remembering how it happened, in her head, she felt Arden's teeth grazing the fabric of her underwear and that was how she almost felt like flying all the way to heaven. Like climbing up and reaching the edge of the high cliff and wanting to fall at the peak. She loved that feeling of utmost satisfaction and relief.

Did I just removed this on my own?

My heart sunk realizing my dream is just a dream. She ran to her bathroom faster than a blink and removed the thin shirt she wore, looking at the mirror. What was left of the pieces of her heart fell down her feet and her mouth hung open, eyes so shocked, like a deer caught in headlights.

Because before her, the reflection displayed hickeys all over her neck and shoulders.

Her hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh, my God." She muttered under her breath.

For a while, she just stared at the reflection of her image, lost in her own thoughts. The love bites were placed in places around her skin like a mess. Without thinking, her hand reached to lightly touch her skin, fingers softly brushing against the swelling bruises on the skin of her neck.