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A dream.
I’d just had a dream I was naked in this bed while Forrest stared at me like I was some kind of delicious and tempting snack he was trying to resist.
It was all just in my head, and I suddenly remembered where I was, and why I was here.
I’d come to the ski resort for a little bit of adventure and a break from all that had been weighing me down, doing it with a hopeful attitude about finding a new place to live.
I was only a few days in on this trip, but it was safe to say I’d gotten those two tasks accomplished. While I hadn’t exactly ruled Scarlet Valley out as a new home base, I couldn’t say I’d made any official, concrete decisions on packing up my life and settling down here. That said, it was proving to be a rather promising place.
I fell to my back in the bed, reached out to the side, and snatched my phone up from the bedside table to look at the display.
The buzzing sound finally made sense.
A text was waiting for me from Forrest.
Something moved through my body at the sight of his name there, something warm and comforting.
Despite having injured myself to the point I was on crutches and unable to proceed with my trip the way I had originally intended, I was happier than ever. My dream should have been enough of an indication of my mood.
I hadn’t felt this good in months. Probably years. Hell, I was willing to go out on a limb and say I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good in my whole life, even if there was an unbelievable amount of sexual tension coursing through my body.
As wonderful as that feeling was, it terrified me.
Six months ago, I might not have given it a second thought. In fact, I probably would have found myself leaning into the feeling, diving into what I felt was happening with Forrest on this trip, and taking the opportunity to relish the experience.
Now, it was different.
I had the urge to do all of that, something deep inside me pushing me to do it, but there was still that voice in my head telling me not to move too fast.
Was Forrest a dream come true, or was he just that good at being charming and captivating?
To some degree, I still struggled with trusting myself to make good choices in situations like this, and the last thing I wanted to do was make another costly mistake.
Forrest didn’t make things easy for me.
He was perfect—both in the way he treated and spoke to me, as well as the way he was in his real life away from this resort. He was a bodyguard, for crying out loud. He looked after people who found themselves in dangerous situations. Hell, he was looking after me, and I’d only sprained my ankle.
I felt so conflicted, my recent past tarnishing my view of others and clouding my judgment.
Opening the text string, I read Forrest’s message to me.
Forrest
Good morning. How’s the foot feeling?
It was the simplest greeting, and yet it made my heart melt. Forrest wasn’t wasting any time this morning. I wondered if he was always like this, or if he was caught up in this new thing between us.
Only time would tell, so I tapped out a response to him.
Daisy
Good morning. Your text woke me up, so I haven’t had a chance to really assess the situation.
Part of me had wanted to tell him his text woke me up and ruined the very lovely dream I was having, but I refrained. Maybe that wasn’t so smart.
While I waited for Forrest to respond to me, something I noted he was doing immediately when I saw the bubble filled with three dots pop up, I took stock of my pain level.
On the one hand, it was safe to say the pain had subsided quite a bit. I mean, I’d managed to sleep through the night without being disturbed by the injury to my foot.
