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Brady's nowhere to be seen when I walk in. It's the first time in weeks he hasn't been perched on the couch, waiting for me, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Making my way down the hall, I nudge my bedroom door open with my foot and blindly walk to the edge of my bed. Laying Piper down, I remove her shoes and tuck her in. The sight of her in my bed is overwhelming. More so than the feel of her in my arms.
Kissing her on the forehead, I force myself to walk away.
Ten minutes and a cold shower later, I'm crawling in next to her. She looks peaceful as she sleeps. She hasn't said my name again, making me wonder if I misheard her. So I lay facing her, listening and watching her until I can't keep my eyes open any longer.
There's a smile on my face when I fall asleep.
But an even bigger smile when I wake up. Because Piper's wrapped in my arms, half on top of me. Her hair is in my face, and her leg is tangled with mine. She's still sound asleep, but she's talking again.
And my name rolling off her lips is clear as day.
"Julian, please."
She's begging. And from the sound of her voice, I know exactly what she's begging me for.
"Mmmh. Yes. Please."
Her body starts to move, rubbing against mine. The apex of her thighs pressed against my hip causes my morning wood to stand at attention.
I lay perfectly still, selfishly not wanting to interrupt her dream. Wanting to hear her moan my name again. To continue begging for what she wants.
Because sleeping Piper is confirming everything. How she feels. What she wants. Most importantly, that it's me she wants it with.
Closing my eyes, I let her words wash over me as her dream intensifies. It's hard not to move, not to hold her tighter or thrust against her, but I restrain myself.
Until her hand starts to move, traveling south. Her fingertips gently carve a path over my chest, then my abs. I assume she's going to stop, to wake up, realizing it's not a dream anymore. She's actually touching me. When she remembers I brought her home with me last night she’ll wake up, right?
When her hand slips into my shorts, brushing my erection, I can't stop the groan that erupts from my chest.
That's enough to shake Piper from her dreamlike state.
How do I know?
Her body stiffens. Her hand stops moving. She sucks in a deep breath and holds it, her chest pressed tightly against mine.
Moments pass in silence. My dick twitches against her hand, but she doesn't move it.
"Piper." Keeping my voice low so I don't startle her, her name comes out sounding more like a prayer than anything.
"Yeah." There's no denying the uncertainty in her voice. "Please tell me I'm dreaming."
"You were."
"And now?"
"We're both wide awake."
"And my hand is on your dick?" To hear the word dick cross her lips makes me want to laugh. I know she's not a prude, but it still sounds like a foreign word coming from her. Or maybe it's because of the compromising situation we're in right now that she hesitates before saying it.
"Yes."
I was going to make a joke, maybe something about a banana, but the moment feels too serious for such a childish reaction.
"And I'm lying on top of you."
"Partially."
"Did we..."
Her voice trails off.
"If we had, you'd remember." My voice is confident, and I feel her let out a sigh of relief, her breath fanning across my chest. "You did have a very active dream, though. About me."
And the tension that just left her body is back. She goes stiff as a board in my arms.
