Page 31 of A World Without You
SEVEN
DREAM 3
Monday, December 4th
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“GOOD MORNING, MY LOVE.”
Warm lips press against mine, and I smile into the kiss. “Hey, it’s you,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his hair and looking into his gray-blue eyes.
“Who else would it be?”
My mind flashes quickly to Bennett’s grumpy face on the couch with his lazy smile and kind eyes, and I jerk back. My cheeks flush like I’m caught doing something I know I didn’t do.
“N-n-no one,” I stutter.
Colin runs his top teeth over his bottom lip, eyeing me curiously. “Okay,” he draws slowly. “Weird dream?”
I swallow a laugh, “Yes.”
Weird life.
Bennett and I have never been like that, and yet, he’s the last thing I remember in the world before...this.
“What’s the plan for today?” I ask, sitting up in the bed. The sheet falls from my naked breasts, and I almost laugh because I don’t sleep naked. I sleep in oversized t-shirts and men’s sweats from Walmart (the best ones). But in this dream world, I’m fancy and sleep scantily clad with waxed skin and a premonition for sexual encounters.
Colin makes a low groaning noise in the back of his throat as his hand slides up my abdomen to my breast, and everything inside me pulls tight just as it warms between my legs. He kisses my breast once. Then twice. Slow and tantalizing, small humming noises escape his lips as they trail up my neck to my jaw.
“Work,” he murmurs against the skin on my chin.
I still. Such a tease. “Really? It’s a dream. We don’t go to work in dreams.”
He draws back, a slightly horrified expression on his face. “Babe, what the hell are you talking about? What else would we do today? It’s Monday.”
I shrug, playing coy as my long hair falls over my shoulder. “I just thought we could...” my voice trails off. I’m suggesting a fantasy. A day where we lay in bed and forget the world, having sex on demand as we watch the cold dew freeze outside the windows. We’d order takeout when our bodies tired from all the things we’d do to each other. We’d finish decorating the tree and make spiked eggnog, and then watch a Christmas movie that we’d have to pause over and over because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We’d cancel all our plans because we could. Because this is a dream. A place where mistakes aren’t made and wrongs are always made right.
