I know we’ve talked about this before. But that was just… talk, right?
He never said anything about his fantasies or whatever.
“You want to know about my fantasies?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“All six years’ worth of them? Six years’ worth of dreams and thoughts I had. Dreams and thoughts that kept me sane. While Iwatchedyou with him.”
My heart is pounding now.
It’s racing and twisting inside my chest.
At the need in his voice. The guttural, rough pain that he’s suffered. And just like the night he confessed his crush on me, I want to know.
I want to know everything that he dreamed of, that he thought about.
That he fantasized about.
And then I want to do it all. For him. With him.
Not because of the guilt but because of that something else I don’t want to think about right now.
Because I have a feeling that his dreams might be similar to mine. His dreams might be the ones that I’d love seeing behind my closed eyelids now that my eyes are opened to everything that’s in my heart.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
He gives a low chuckle, a puff of a breath.
And usually his chuckles are dirty and erotic but this one’s pure torture. “Why?”
“Because from tonight, whenever I close my eyes, I want to see them too. Those dreams. I want to seeyou.”
I already did though.
But it’s not something that he needs to know right now. It’s not something that we need to go into.
Especially when his bruised face pulses with a deep, heavy emotion and his Adam’s apple bobs with a jerky swallow.
And I think he will.
I think he will give me his dreams, but first he wants to look at me. He wants to sweep his eyes over my features. Which is fine.
He can take his time.
I certainly took mine, didn’t I? To realize everything.
So I can be patient. I can let him torment me and torture me like I did him.
As he stares at my disheveled dress.
My bare tits, my glistening nipples.
My bare legs even. Because my dress has hiked up and it’s riding very high up my thighs, almost to where my panties are.
Something that I hadn’t realized up until now.
Something that I probably should be embarrassed about.