Chapter 134

It killed me to leave him and make my way on shaky legs back to my own room, but it needed to be done. Emotions were running high on both sides, and I was determined not to let the situation get out of hand. We would have ended up in a brutal fight or tearing each other’s clothes off, or both, and it would not have been good. I shocked him—hurt him—and I’m in pain too. There was nothing to be gained from discussing it any further. We both needed to let the idea settle and wake up with clearer heads. Except I don’t wake up with a clear head. I wake up smiling, rolling under the covers, still halfway between sleep and the real world. In my dream, Elijah slipped into my room in the middle of the night and climbed into bed with me. He stroked me and played with me and made me come with his tongue. After that, I pleasured him with my mouth, taking all of him in and sucking him dry as he screamed my name. It was so realistic that I can almost feel his beard on my thighs, taste his cock on my