Waking Up Together

Andrew

In my dreams, Lanie was beneath me, her soft cries of pleasure ringing through the room. I took her mouth with mine, claiming her, showing her that she belonged to me. No other man would ever touch her.

From somewhere nearby, a banging sounded. I blinked, realizing I’d been sleeping. Rubbing my eyes, I took in the dark room. Floor-length mirror. White wardrobe. A thin sliver of morning light coming in through the cream curtains.

And, in my arms, a beautiful woman.

I inhaled quick, shocked that the night hadn’t been a dream at all.

But for how long had we been in the hotel suite? I hadn’t meant to fall asleep. We were only supposed to stay for a few hours before I took her home. And yet I couldn’t even remember thinking about getting out of bed.

Judging by the light, morning was on its way. This was usually the time I got up, needing to jump in the pool for my morning laps before heading to work.

Secured in my arms, Lanie fidgeted. She yawned lightly, stretching an arm out