Page 31 of Forgotten Dreams

“I heard that zombies are also going to take over the world. I wonder what is going to happen first?” I move my hands up to cover my tits.

“I’m not a betting man”—he kisses my neck—“but you can bet your ass I’ll be fucking you before zombies knock on your door. Now, I need to get home and get some sleep.” He slaps one of my ass cheeks before he moves me off him, placing me down beside him before he gets up.

My eyes are at the exact level of his package. That is legit a fucking package. His thick cock can be seen straining against his jeans. “You keep looking at my cock like that, and I’m going to forget being a gentleman and fuck your mouth.” I swallow, and the back of my neck heats up with embarrassment. “Now, I’m going to lock the door when I leave.” I look up at him. “See you tomorrow.” He bends and kisses my lips softly before walking out. My gaze goes again to his perfect ass until it disappears, and I want to run and tell him to come back. But all I do is close my eyes as I hear his boots walking through my house. I only open them when I hear the front door slam shut and the sound of his truck starting.

I lift my two feet, tucking my knees against my chest and hugging them as I listen to him drive away. My eyes look from the window to the door and see that he turned off the lights before leaving. I take a deep breath, getting up, and grab the bottle of wine I put down before walking into the bathroom. I turn on the water to take a bath, then turn toward the basin and see my lips are plump from his kisses. My hand comes up as my finger trails over my lips. “Well, that was crazy,” I tell myself as I remember how kissing him felt. I slip off my clothes, fill the cup I have in here with wine, and bring both the bottle and the glass to the tub. I place the bottle beside it before stepping in, sitting down, leaning back, and sipping the wine.

“You are so beautiful, you take my breath away. You are funny, smart, kind, a pain in my ass, and I hardly know you, but fuck, you might just be fucking perfect.”

His voice replays over and over in my head, words I didn’t know I needed to hear when I heard them.

Slipping into bed, I turn off all the lights and lay my head on my pillow. I’ve never lived with a man. The longest relationship I’ve ever had was seven months, and that was a stretch since he traveled for work. I’ve gone from living at home to living in my dorm to back to living in my house. I’ve forever been alone, but I’ve never felt as alone as I do right this minute. I’ve always felt like I belonged somewhere, but now, finding out I was adopted, it’s like I don’t belong anywhere. It is the strangest feeling I’ve ever felt. The pillow catches the tear before I drift off to sleep.

The next day, I wake when the sun hits my face like a spotlight in the nighttime. I slip out of bed and dress in a light-gray jogging outfit to run out and get some coffee. I walk down the steps at the same time the door opens, and he steps in, two cups of coffee in his hands. His face fills with a smile. “Morning, baby,” he greets, meeting me at the bottom of the steps.

He’s wearing another pair of jeans that fit him like they were made for him and him alone. His grayish-black T-shirt pulls across his chest, and from what I felt with my hands last night, it’s hard as a rock. “Morning,” I mumble.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” he asks me with a smirk across his ridiculous, stupidly handsome face. I can’t help the way my face heats up at his question. “Or are you going to tell me you can’t do this?” He steps even closer to me, and I can’t help the flutter that starts in my stomach and moves south very quickly. “Because the blush on your face and your neck tells me how good last night was.” He bends his head and kisses my lips.

“We are not.” I shake my head, and he chuckles, making me walk, or better yet, stomp toward the door.

“I got you coffee.” He holds up a hand.

“Ugh,” I grunt out loud, walking over to him and taking it from him. “Thank you,” I grumble, “you didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to, baby,” he replies softly, and I want him to stop calling me that, but secretly, I don’t really fucking want him to. “I wanted to.”

“Stop calling me baby.” That is the only thing I can come back with. “And don’t you take a day off?”

“I’m going home next weekend,” he informs me, and I swear my vagina says aw, “so I’ll take time off then.”

“Good.” I bring the coffee to my lips before my mouth decides to ask him why he’s going home.

“You still going out?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes.” I turn and walk toward the door.

“Drive safe, baby,” he cautions while I glare at him, and he turns to walk into the kitchen. I’m about to have the most amazing comeback when the door opens, and Theo steps in, stopping before bumping into me.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, “didn’t see you there.”

“It’s fine.” I smile at him. “Have a nice day.” I walk around him and out of the house.

Getting into the car, I start it, not even sure where I’m going now that I have my coffee. I head toward the bakery anyway, opting to have a bagel. I step in and order just that before heading to the side and sitting down by myself. I’m scrolling on my phone, ordering a toaster with a small fridge when I hear Lucy call my name. “Sierra.” She runs over, and I see Lilah walking in behind her.

“Hi,” I say, holding out my hands to give her a hug as she comes running into them, “this is a nice surprise.”

“I’m meeting Saige here,” she tells me, looking around, and I see Everleigh also walk in. “We’re going to bake cupcakes with Ms. Maddie.”

“Oh, fun. You going to keep one for me?” She nods and runs to Saige when she sees her.

I watch the girls skip to the back as Lilah comes over to the table, pulling out the chair in front of me. “Hey.” She sits down. “What are you doing?”

“Ordering myself a mini fridge and toaster,” I answer her as Everleigh comes over with my bagel and a couple of donuts. “Thank you,” I tell her, taking the plate as she walks back to the counter, grabbing two white coffee mugs.

“I got you tea.” She places the cup down in front of Lilah, who looks at it like it’s gross.

“How come you have a takeout cup?” Everleigh asks me when she sees the cup as she pulls out the last empty chair at the table.

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