I was standing in the rain again. Cold drops sliding down my skin. But this time I wasn't alone. Arav walked toward me slowly. No darkness. No fear. No running. Just him. He pulled me close, rain soaking us both. His hand at my waist. My fingers in his hair. His lips brushing my neck softly- Not rushed. Not desperate. Just slow. Intent. Safe. The rain wasn't cold anymore. It was warm. I could feel his hands roaming around my body. While his lips work on my neck. In a second we were in a room, Naked. His head between my legs, hands on my breast. Eating me out agressively. I was moaning senselessly. My breath deepened in my sleep. My body reacting to the memory of his touch. To the way he looked at me tonight. Like I was something worth claiming. I shifted under the blanket unconsciously. Heartbeat uneven. A soft whisper of his name escaped my lips in my sleep. And somewhere between dream and reality- I realized something terrifying. I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of how much I wanted him
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