Page 14 of Picture Perfect Love

The cab pulled up in front of my place as I told Rachel goodbye and hung up the phone. Within minutes I had made it inside and stripped down to my comfiest PJs and slippers. I crashed down onto my couch with a tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and started browsing through what was streaming.

By the time I had licked the tub clean of every last drop of ice cream, I was no closer to finding anything I was in the mood to watch. And I didn’t feel the least bit better about how the evening had gone.

I was starting to feel foolish for wanting to break it off with Christopher over some rich playboy I knew nothing about...other than that he was funny, charming, and great in bed...which I could not say the same for Christopher, at least not yet anyway. But what was I thinking? Nothing else would ever happen with Joshua, that was if I ever even saw him again. Christopher was successful and responsible… and maybe if I had just given it more time, my feelings for him would have grown.

Which only made me more furious with him for standing me up. I pulled out my phone again to check the Heartstring app for any messages from him. But this time, my username and password suddenly weren’t saved.

I frowned at the screen in my hand. That was strange… I logged in just fine at the restaurant. But now not only was I logged out, every best guess I made at my username and password proved to be incorrect.

Maybe Christopher was having the same issue! A site-wide login issue perhaps? That was why he couldn’t warn me that something came up and he wouldn’t be able to meet me for our date! There was one person who could tell me for sure, but I was not about to go stalker on Joshua Meadows, trying to find some way to contact him personally.

There was nothing on the Heartstring website about any known issues on the site, but I was convinced my explanation had to be the case. It at least gave me enough peace of mind to crawl into bed and try to get some sleep.

I closed my eyes and told myself that the issue would be resolved by morning. Christopher would send a message and invite me to brunch to make up for it. I’d see him and fall deeper than I meant to and forget all about this stupid one night fling with Joshua. It was just a fun little blip, and nothing more.

But the dream version of myself seemed to have something else entirely in mind, because the moment I drifted off to sleep I found myself in a hazy dream about taking a shower. But I wasn’t alone there for long. Joshua’s perfect body found me, looking even better with the water glistening along his muscles in the bright lights of the bathroom.

He smoothed his big rugged hands along my stomach, then down to my ass. He squeezed each cheek and slid his tongue between my lips, rolling it across my own. I lost myself in that kiss, those hands, and every wonderful thing that came after that, him dropping to his knees and sucking me in.

I woke up in a sweaty, writhing mess, frustrated and mad with desire, more than I could ever remember being after a silly little dream. It’s like Joshua was some kind of disease I had caught, and I had yet to find a cure for the feverish sex dream symptoms.

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