What if we all stripped away our masks and openly exposed all our hidden truths? Imagine a world where everyone embraced their true selves, free from societal expectations and constraints. I can’t even imagine a place filled with that type of authenticity and acceptance. I have only ever felt that way once in my life…and it wasn’t even real.
Taking another swig, I rest my head back on the couch and close my eyes, hoping the room will stop spinning soon.
Skipping dinner was a bad idea. I might hug the toilet later, but right now, I feel good. Actually, I feel little of anything, which is exactly why I’ve been drowning myself in liquor more often than not these days. I’d much rather feel nothing than everything all at once.
I’m not sure how long I remain like that, head kicked back, eyes closed, and just listening to the fake crackling of the electric fireplace. When I open my eyes, there is a hazy image of Dominik staring down at me. His hair is longer, dark as night as it drapes loosely around his face, highlighting his beautifully sharp features. His chest tattoo is on display with the fewbuttons on his shirt undone. I just want to run my fingers down his chest and bite the skin. He pins his dual colored eyes on me, a beautiful blend of blue and gold, almost shimmering in the night. His expression is unreadable with the blanket of fog around him.
Is it me, or does he keep getting more beautiful with time?
I really hate that about him.
It must be the dream effect. This has to be a dream. That’s why I reach up and spin my finger through his loose waves.
“Can’t even leave me alone here, huh? I was hoping I wouldn’t think about you tonight. Now you’re imposing on my dreams, too.”
“You’re drunk.” His voice sounds pained.
“Can’t be drunk if I’m passed out and dreaming. Or maybe that was the point all along.” I shrug.
A grunt. “Why are you drinking alone in the dark?”
“Dream Dominik rarely talks. He’s normally busy with his mouth occupied in other places.”
Is he arching a brow at me? And is that a smile? Why is he so attractive, even upside down and blurry? It’s not fair.
“Where would you like my mouth occupied?”
Tingles erupt all over my skin. It’s okay if it’s just a dream, right? I can indulge. No one will know.
“My mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach… In between my legs. Everywhere,” I whisper, running my fingers down his hard arm. “I hate you, but you’re a great fuck.”
“Am I?” He smirks.
I take a deep breath. “Mm-hmm… Our sex dreams are out of this world. And I hate when I wake up wanting you, but it’s my dirty little secret. I can hate you all I want during the day, but at night, it’s a different story. And it doesn’t matter.”
“What doesn’t matter?” he asks.
The course of my hand changes direction, heading for his pants. “What you’re about to do to me.”
Fingers tighten around my wrist, and my hand is pulled away. A second later, the cold liquor bottle disappears from its resting spot beside me on the couch.
“Are you taking me to bed, handsome?”
“Yes. You need sleep.” A quiet observation.
“No. I need cock. I need your cock. Your massive cock.” I giggle.
“This is my fault.”
“Yes, it is your fault.”
“I will make it right. I’ll fix everything. I’m sorry,” Dominik whispers.
“You’re not sorry, though. You couldn’t help yourself. Isn’t that what you said? That you wanted me so badly you had to have me. Why didn’t you just try talking to me like a real person? Telling me you wanted me? Asking me out on a date? Telling me you had a crush on me? You think I would have rejected you?”
“Come on, Zoe. Let’s go to bed.” Dream Dom ignores my questions.
“Answer me.” I yank my arm away and try to sit up, but the weight of the entire room falls on my body. Maybe my bed is right here on this couch tonight.
