This room, my room… his room wraps you with shades of brown and black. A very tall bed is pushed against the wall opposite the door and I suspect that it’s perfectly centered— very military of him. There are no paintings or pictures of himself or relatives; also, not a single décor insight. Right now I’m sure you’re thinking that it’s kinda empty, but it isn’t. A big screen hangs from a wall; I’m sure I’ve seen paper sheets thicker than this TV, which you can watch lying on the bed or sitting on the bedroom bench. It has all the stuff a regular bedroom has, with a twist of ‘I have trust issues’— everything is expensive and top-notch, but nothing in this place will give out anything about his personality. That’s something one must find out for yourself.
Right now, I know he’s very reserved, not only because of the trust issues but also because of the shit ton of baggage he carries daily. And I know we all carry baggage, but he seems heavier somehow. I’d love to know more about that, but at this point, I’m afraid to ask. Partly because knowing might prove me right: his shit is bound to be scary. Also, every time he explains something to me, I feel compelled to look him in the eye, and I might get lost in those light green eyes.
My eyelids are feeling heavier and heavier, my brain is slowly shutting down, my body feels numb and I start to drift away in my subconscious…
???
The sound of the door opening wakes me up. Bruno’s coming in, without knocking or even announcing himself. I thought we had agreed on these things. He’s wearing sweatpants and nothing else. I can’t see his eyes, but I know he’s watching me. His big shadowy figure stands on the left side of the bed. Maybe I’m asleep, but he seems bigger than usual. I want him close to me so bad that I scoot to the end of the bed and open the sheets for him, showing that there’s enough room for both of us. He doesn’t waste a second and approaches me, sits next to me and slides under the sheets. He rolls on his side and I mirror him, showing my back. He presses me against him and our bodies meet for the first time. I’m feeling a thousand things right now; the jolts are here due to his soft skin touching mine. I’ve forgotten how warm his body is. I’m having a hard time staying still. I’m rubbing myself hard against him and pushing my butt against his body. I can feel his dick perfectly aligned between my butt cheeks. That makes me blush, but I’m smiling. I want this, I… need this physical demonstration of affection. He starts to undress me under the sheets and kisses my neck. I turn my head to look at him and try to steal a kiss from his lips, but a bright white light blinds me. I raise my hand to shield my eyes from it to no avail. I can’t see him…
I wake up, gasping, sweating and… wet.
What the hell was that?
It was a dream.
“No shit, Sherlock. It was a dream and you woke up right when things were starting to get interesting.”Life doesn’t look happy, and I’m sure as hell not happy, either.
The light that blinded me was the sunlight coming through the window and hitting me in the face. Last night I went to bed without closing the blinds.
Thank you, sun. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be lying in bed with Bruno, and things would have gone wild… Well, wilder.
This isn’t good at all.
I thought I had it under control, that I only craved to be able to look him in the eye and nothing else. I guess I was wrong.
It’s 6 a.m. and I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to sleep. I get up and walk towards the door. I open it and hear a strange noise. I stop to quiet my footsteps. I can’t really make anything of it, but it’s constant, it has a rhythm. It sounds like someone is breathing hard. I walk through the hallway, which takes me to the dining room, but the noise is not coming from there. I turn around and I see a white door. I’ve seen it before, but I’ve never asked Bruno about it. I approach it and put my ear against it. The noise becomes louder. This is definitely the source. I pay attention and the noise becomes a sound. It sounds like a moan. I freeze. Let’s do the math— constant, heavy breathing and/or moaning, with a rhythm…
Sex! Sex? Is he having sex in there?
I take a couple of steps back as if I’d just seen a ghost. My hands are shaking.
What if he’s with someone else?
I hear a grunt. That triggers a shot of adrenaline. I step forward again and get down on my knees to try and peek through the keyhole. I can barely see anything— it’s blurry. There’s only one way to find out what’s going on in there. I muster some courage and slowly open the door. The first thing I see is his back going up and down, moving at the same rhythm I’m hearing. I immediately close my eyes and step back.
Fuck! He’s fucking! They’re fucking!
“It’s okay, you can come,” he says.
Cum? What!?
“Sarah, you can join in, if you want.”Who does he think I am?He has something else coming his way.
Outraged, I push the door open. “I’m not—!”
OH!
Ohhhhhh…
He stands up and grabs a towel to dry his face. Mirrors, dumbbells and fitness equipment fill the room.
An authentic piece of shit— that’s what I am.
I can’t help but smile with relief. That’s it —the sounds, the panting, the motion—, he was working out, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, just like in my dream.
FUCK!
This is triggering a few emotions that were present in the dream. I need to get out of here before he notices I’m getting turned on. I look away; before I leave, I see a reflection of his back in a mirror.
