Wild.
I giggled to myself when I saw the time on the clock. An hour later than when I usually fell asleep. Would I even regret staying up, staring at my ceiling in the morning? Or would the afterglow of this stuff linger too long for me to care?
Something creaked near my door.
I glanced over there, ignoring all the sparkles and rainbows that danced in the peripheries of my vision to do so. The texture swirling on my ceiling was a little distracting, but I had been staring at it long enough, I supposed. I was curious what was happening to my bedroom door.
There was someone outside of it. Which couldn’t happen, unless it was Audrey, but I doubted that she’d be back so soon. There probably wasn’t anyone behind it. Just another hallucination.
“Come in!” I sang to my door. I curled up on my side, tucking the blankets around me more as I stared at the shadowed figure standing in the partial opening. “How can I help you?” I blinked several times because the pictures I had on the wall near the door were starting to move, too. They were waving and smilingat me, but I ignored them. I wanted to focus onthishallucination more.
The door started to open wider, slowly.
It was openingsoslowly. I almost got bored; I found myself staring at my moving picture frames before I realized it finally opened enough for a leg to step through.
“God, you’retaking forever,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.Whoa, bad idea. I reached up and covered my hands over my eyes, willing all the colorful shapes and designs to stay still long enough for me to be able to focus.
I could hear someone stepping on the carpet in my bedroom. The sound of the bedroom door closing behind them. Breathing.
This wascrazy.
I parted my fingers and stared at the black linen pants of a man. Why did I know that waist belonged to a man? No idea. Wait, no. That was a slight bulge. Was this man freeballing? Regardless, I knew it was a man.
I dragged my eyes up, up, up, because this hallucination wastall. What surprised me, though, waswhomy big fat brain conjured up.
“This is unexpected,” I murmured behind my hands.
Gold eyes and chiseled facial features, a clenched jaw, and dark red hair greeted me. Half of his hair was pulled back, away from his face. Just like at Bandthral. His linen pants were tied low at the waist, and his dark grey shirt had a deep V in the neckline, showing off the defined pecs I admired.
Nice.
Drustan stood in my bedroom, his thick arms crossed over his chest. A muscle popped in his jaw as he let me stare my fill.
“…Whyyou?” I wondered. I still thought about Drew often. He had texted me this morning, trying to nail down plans for our next date.
“…Were you expecting someone else?” Drustan asked, a deep pinch formed in his brow. His fists balled tighter under his arms, emphasizing his biceps under his long sleeves. I grinned up at him, because fucking hell, IlovedDrustan’s voice. My memory did an excellent job recreating his soothing timbre.
I steepled my fingertips together, still lying under the blanket on my side, my grin in place, “What brings you here today, good sir?” Drustan frowned, narrowing his eyes at me. His nostrils flared once, and he dragged his eyes over my lump of a body under the covers.
“You’re bleeding,” he muttered, unfolding his arms and reaching for the blanket. Before I could react, he pulled the covers back and reached for me.
“Wow, getting right to it, huh?” I snickered as his warm fingers prodded my body, turning me over this way and that. By the time he flopped me onto my back again, confusion marred his features.
“Ah, I forgot you’re on your cycle,” he said, sitting on the edge of my bed. One of his long legs tucked up against me, and his knee hit my hip.
“I forgot you’re on your cycle,” I repeated in the deepest voice I could make before snorting to myself. I reached for his knee, wrapping my hand around the ball of it.
God, he was justhuge. He was huge when I saw him in person; hefelthuge, but seeing how little my hand was on his leg was mystifying. I swore I couldfeelhim. I squeezed my fingers around his kneecap before I glanced up at him again.
He looked at me with so much confusion; I ended up barking a laugh at his expression.
“Is this the part where we do it?” I’ve had wet dreams as an adult before, but I hardly ever remember them. I had a feeling I would remember this one, though.
Drustan’s lips opened and closed as he stared at me. He shook his head once before replying.
“Do it?”
“Bone.” I tucked my lips together, but he still stared at me, wanting me to elaborate. I frowned at him then. I didn’t like that my hallucination wasn’t playing along. This wasmyfantasy, dammit. He needed to be obsessed with me, or I needed to conjure up something else horny.
