They make me smirk every time I get one of my collection of toys out of it. I grab the little aqua blue one because it’s waterproof and add it to my shower bag for a self-care morning.
When I come out forty minutes later, my body is languid from reliving the dream for five orgasms in a row.
Anxiety After Dark Maya can overanalyze all she wants, but in the light of day the dream is just that—a dream. It’s not real. He doesn’t have to know how many times I came to the thought of his tongue inside me.
Or that I’m crushing on him. As far as he knows, we’re still just friends and I’m keeping it that way.
Besides, Easton’s hot. If he’s starring in my dreams to devour my pussy on top of a bar in my fantasy, I’m not complaining. I can keep this crush under control so that it only has an outlet in my fantasies.
“Don’t you look relaxed.”
Reagan peers at me over the rim of her steaming mug. The scent of tea with lemon and honey wafts through the kitchenette.
I hum in amusement, flashing her a playful look. “Self-care works wonders.”
“Hell yeah it does.” She sets her tea down. “Pancakes?”
“Yes. I have work this morning, though.”
She pulls down the instant mix from the cabinet while I get a pan out and set it on our small stove.
I duck into my room to get dressed and hang my towel to dry. When I come out, everything is set up for breakfast.
“So last night was fun,” she says.
“Yeah, like the part where you helped Easton get my number?” I laugh at the overly innocent expression she puts on. “Your singing might tug at the heart strings of your online following, but you’re not fooling anyone with that terrible acting.”
She presses her palms together and closes her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. He offered to delete it if I didn’t want him to have it.”
Reagan relaxes, beaming at me. “See? The hockey guys aren’t so bad. They tip great at the bar, and if they’re there when I close out, one of them always walks me to my car.”
“That might be true, but that doesn’t mean this is going anywhere between me and him.”
She gives me a side hug that’s warm and soft. I rest my cheek on her head.
“I’m with you one hundred percent of the way no matter what goes down.”
“Thanks.”
After we eat, she takes care of the dishes while I go back to my room to dry my hair before work.
I’m sitting on my bed looking for a hair tutorial I wanted to try on my phone when I get a text that makes my stomach fill with tantalizing prickles of heat when I see it’s from Easton.
Hat Trick King:Morning beautiful. Did you sleep good?
My mind jumps right back to the dream. Then swerves to remind me of the moment we almost kissed. A flush spreads across my skin. He did wish me sweet dreams.
Maya:Is this going to be a thing now?
Hat Trick King:Yup.
Maya:Fine then. Morning handsome. Did you get a good night’s sleep?
Hat Trick King:Aww, see you do love me. And yes, but it could be better. All that’s missing is you in my arms all night.
I bite my lip to hold back a smile. Before I respond, Ryan hits me up. Switching to his text, I check what he wants.
