Uncomfortable

I slept terribly last night. My mind was going a million miles a minute and I just couldn’t stop my brain long enough to actually find sleep.

Even when I did sleep, I dreamt of him. The way the black danced in his eyes. The way his chest rose and fell with every breath when he looked at me. I dreamed of him feeding me fruit from the garden. Goddess, that one got me. It was so sexy, so sensual. I’d never considered a man feeding me fruit to be a turn on, but Elliot wasn’t just any man. He might be an asshole, but he’s easy on the eyes.

The last dream though, was different. I’d woken up soaked in sweat and arousal. He dominated my body in every way. Ways that I didn’t even realize were physically possible. But the entire encounter was strange. As if I was blind to him around me. I could feel him, but not see him. I still feel the ache between my thighs despite a very long, cold shower.

Now, I’m standing outside of his door, questioning my decision to even come up to this floor. Em