I stroke her cheek, not taking my eyes off hers as I thrust into her. She stares back, confident and unafraid, letting me into her soul.
“I will love you forever,” I whisper.
“And I have always loved you,” she answers.
The moment of connection streaks through me, the pleasure becoming one with hers. Her pussy tightens around my hard cock, and she gasps, digging her fingers into my shoulders and not breaking eye contact as she comes.
I’ve never, ever felt anything like this before. You are mine, Lexa. I will never let you go.
The dream changes abruptly, with Lexa disappearing from beneath me and appearing on the other side of the bed, sitting with her back to me. I’m standing naked on the other side, reaching for her, but she’s too far away.
“You didn’t just let me go,” she says. “You threw me away.”
“No, Lexa,” I moan. “I had to. You don’t understand.”
She turns and looks at me, her eyes blazing red.
The shock is so extreme, I awake with a jump, as if I literally leapt from the dream back into bed. The sheet is twisted around me as if I’ve been wrestling with it, and I’m soaked with sweat.
That’s when I realize Lexa isn’t beside me.
Panic hits me right in the chest, and a billion possibilities spin through my mind. I sit up so fast, my head spins, and I have to wait for the room to stop rocking.
How did we even get here? We had so much fun on our date. It felt like we were really connecting. But today, it’s worse than being strangers.
I’d almost rather be strangers—two people who have never met before can’t have this kind of complicated history.
I get up slowly, wrapping my robe around myself and hurrying downstairs. I decide that I have to stop being a coward and come clean.
It’s time to tell her what happened that day. Grandfather’s plan, the way I found her mother—all of it.
I’m still terrified she’s going to blame me, but I have to trust her. Maybe then, she’ll be able to trust me.
I can hear Lexa moving around in the kitchen, and even though I’m relieved that she’s here and safe, my anxiety rises sharply as I think about telling her what I know.
“Hey,” I say gently as I come through the door.
Lexa jumps, turning around so fast she knocks a jar of sugar off the bench.
“Shit!” she yells.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I say, grabbing the broom. “It’s no problem. Sorry I startled you.”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. It’s your kitchen. I can’t be spooked if you want to use it.”
“Let me sweep this up,” I say. “Pour me a coffee, please?”
“Sure,” she agrees. “I’ll try not to drop it.”
“That would help. I’d rather not drink it off the floor.”
She laughs, and I hope that it’s a good sign. When I sit down at the table across from her, she slides a coffee cup over to me.
“Here you go,” she says.
“Thanks,” I answer, taking a sip.
Wow. Way to go. I really know how to talk to the ladies.
