******
"Luke!"
I sit bolt upright in bed, adrenaline laying siege to my heart.
What the fuck? No seriously, what the fuck?
What the hell was I just dreaming? The answer to that question is ricocheting around my head like a goddamn pinball. Breathing way too hard, I find myself pressing my thighs together, fighting the sensation that I was on the brink of something very amazing only two seconds ago. "No. Fucking. Way." There is no way I can handle dreams like that. Not with Luke Reid. I just can't allow it happen. I let my head fall forward, catching my breath. My sheets are a mess, completely wrapped around me and drenched with sweat. Perfect.
I fling them off, climbing out of bed and scrubbing my hands over my face, trying to rid myself of the sensation that I was having the best sex of my life a moment ago. And with a guy I really shouldn't be thinking about to boot. It seems my subconscious is deadset on finding the most unique and cruel ways to torture me.
Eight
Surprise, Surprise