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Everything I said about not being ready? Forget that.
I’m ready for anything he wants to give me.
And I think he wants to give methat.
His hand slides under my dress as his fingers twist around my underwear before quickly yanking them down.
Oh my god. This is actually happening.
His touch feels like fire on my skin in the most amazing way.
I moan against his lips as he undoes the button on his pants.
I pull him closer to me, tilting my hips toward him. My heart pounds in anticipation, blood sweeping through my veins at an alarming rate.
Slowly, he moves closer and then… pushes himself inside me.
He starts to move, his eyes locked on mine. Nothing could be better than this. I’m lost to him. This is what sex is supposed to feel like. And—oh, it’s happening.
I lose all control as my body tenses and I call out his name. He buries his face in my hair, saying my name as he pulses inside me.
And then I hear a noise.
A train whistle.
What the hell?
My eyes flash open, my heart still pounding.
It. Was. A. Dream?!
What the fuck?
I just had a dream about having sex with Aaron.
On the hood of his truck.
Like where we kissed after the baseball game.
I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I’m sweating and panting. And unlike most of my dreams lately, it isn’t for a terrible reason.
What? What was that? I mean, that’s the first time I’ve had any sexual feelings since that night. It’s the first time my feelings for Aaron came up so strongly again. Password accepted this time.Damn.
What’s throwing me the most about that dream isn’t the physical sensations, it’s what I felt emotionally.
Love.
Okay, I get it, that dream probably doesn’t sound like love, it sounds like lust. But the emotions I felt in the heat of those lustful moments were much more. They were pure love. Raw love. It was the connection Aaron and I have always had, but amplified.
And it’s still here. While the feelings of lust are quickly fading, the feelings of love are settling in, trying to take up residence in my heart, like they own the damn place. Like they’ve been there before.
Maybe because they have been. I know I was feeling all kinds of big things for Aaron before the party happened. I think I was falling for him—am falling for him—or if how I felt in that dream is to be believed, I already fell.
What the hell is this freaking deluge of feelings for him? I didn’t spend that much time with him last night. Was it the hug? The way he looked into my soul?
All at once, every emotion I’ve been pushing down for Aaron and about what happened to me, is bubbling up, threatening to overflow.
Not only has the password been accepted, it’s like every minute I unlock another level. Here are more feelings to parse through and decode.
