Dreams

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Ash asked, pouring tea into my cup.

I spent the whole night in his bed, and most of the night in his arms. I woke up with my cheek splayed flat on his firm chest and my hand touching the hard muscles of his abdomen. Sleeping and waking up like this was new to me. It was crossing a new level of intimacy, and I loved every second of it.

Ash's touch erased all the uneasiness my nightmare brought me. I couldn't believe I was able to simply sleep next to him... or use him as a pillow, but that was what happened, and nothing about this new phase of our relationship made me feel ashamed or flustered.

When we woke up, Ash gave me one of his shirts to replace the nightgown he had torn the night before. He surprised me when he said that he wanted us to eat breakfast together as if he wanted to keep me in his room a little longer. I didn't protest. And so, here we were, eating breakfast and drinking tea while looking into each other's eyes.

"Do you have nightma