ChapterFourteen
GRETA
“Something’s changed.”
“What’s changed?” Trina prompts gently after giving me a good thirty seconds of dead air.
I rake my bottom lip between my teeth and my face heats.
The little desk area in the camper is as good a spot as any for my telemed therapy sessions, and the slide’s window faces the back of the lodge. I’d see Zach coming long before he reached the door.
But he’s not even going to walk past the camper. He knows I’m in a session. He’s always careful to give me plenty of space and privacy when I’m online with Trina.
“I-I’ve been having these dreams.”
Her sandy brows lift just a fraction over the rims of her glasses. “Oh? Do you want to tell me about them?”
I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
No, not really.
“Ummmm…”
The corner of her mouth hikes just a little in the wise smile that Trina must have trademarked.
“You know, you never have to tell me anything you aren’t comfortable sharing, but dreams are a rich source of truth and self-awareness.”
Her words set my heart racing.
Truth?
“R-really?”
That’s not good. This can’t be good.
Because last week, the night after the skylight leak and our slumber party, I dreamed that Zach came into my room while I lay in bed, yanked the blankets off me, and literally pounced on my body.
And we went at it like we were wrestlers.
On fire.
And amphetamines.
I woke up in a tangle of sheets, sweating through my PJs, and slick with arousal. Like, well, like never before.
I swallow hard, choking down the memory.
And that was tame compared to last night’s dream.
I was sitting on the edge of the dock with my feet in the water, waiting for Zach, just like I had when we went fishing. Except, instead of walking up to join me, he swam up from under the water like some sex-crazed merman, pushed my knees apart, and feasted on my pussy like it was his job.
And he was damn good at his job.
I woke up coming.
Shit. I woke up coming this morning with Zach not even thirty feet away.
Did he hear me? Was I moaning in my sleep?
