"And why is that Veronica?" Derek asks as his long fingers run up my legs. My name on his lips feels like honey. I want to hear him say my name as he moans.

The pillows between us don't matter anymore as he turns on his side and plays with my very short shorts.

He runs his fingers over the fabric, slightly tugging at it. I want his fingers to rip my clothes apart. My breathing is shallow as I wait for his next move.

"Tell me why," he demands as his fingers slip inside of the shorts and teases me slowly.

"Because..." I breathe in harshly as he pulls down my pants, exposing my black underwear. "because I w- want you."

Derek loves seeing me beg, whimpering for him. Stuttering because he is teasing me. Driving me crazy until he finally gives in and gives me what I desire.

"How bad do you want this?" He runs his fingers over my crotch, only the panties keeping him from touching my sensible area. I shudder. I can't even keep breathing, but my heart is racing.

I find some courage within myself to do what I'm about to do. I spread my legs and I take his hand and I guide him below. I'm already so warm down there and he loves it, but he is patient.

The thing is... I'm not.

I pull him by the collar of his shirt and the pillows move to the side as he comes on top of me, between my legs.

"I want this, really, really badly, Derek," I say as I cup his face and kiss him hard.

I pull his body towards mine, leaving no space between us. I can feel his hard length pressing on my crotch and I want him inside more than I want to breathe.

He continues kissing me with the same passion as his hand runs to my underwear once again, but this time he hurriedly takes it off. His previous patience gets replaced by earning. He is earning for me and the way he perfectly fits inside of me.

As he starts pressing harder and harder against my crotch, I want it more and more, to the point it drives me crazy. Our kiss becomes sloppy and fast, full of desire.

My nails dig into his back, pulling him closer and closer even though we are already as close as we can be.

"I'm not going to be gentle," he whispers into my mouth and I moan.

I help him take off his pants and I get ready for him to take me.

My eyes shot open. I sit up straight and I feel a warm liquid between my legs.

Oh. Hell. No.

Fuck! Idiot. Fuck.

I look to my side, Derek is still sleeping peacefully and he is lightly snoring which I find kind of cute but I can't fucking believe I had a wet dream with him in bed. God. How am I even going to look at him?

And now I'm horny.

I try to quietly stand up but I accidentally stub my toe on the corner of the bed and I let out a swear word.

I stop breathing as I look at him. Phew. Still sleeping. He is a heavy sleeper.

I need to clean myself... I need to fix this mess. I don't even have any extra panties. Nicole was supposed to come tomorrow—which would be today since it's five am now—to bring me the stuff I brought to my dorm.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and the door squeaks as I open it. He stops snoring.

Relax. I'm going to pee. Normal thing. An absolutely normal thing to do at five am. It's not like he can read my mind.

The pillows look untouched. He respects his side of the bed.

I realize I'm the problem. This is why I can't live here. I know we are going to fuck one week in. Probably even less.

I'm going to leave today. I have to.

I quietly close the bathroom door and I'm sure he is awake now. I don't bother locking the door. Maybe deep down I want him to come inside and take me on the sink.

Stop. I'm horrible. I need to stop.

Derek would never do that. He said it. Unless I initiate it first. Basically, he is saying I have a chance. The worst part? If he can't control himself from refusing me then I can't control myself from offering.

After I clean myself with toilet paper. I stare at the reflection in the mirror. He has nice lighting in this apartment. I look prettier here but my cheeks are flushed and my hair is messy.

Still horny. But I'm not going to masturbate with him in the next room. Just a bad idea.

I sigh disappointedly. I will have to continue my day like this. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I don't even think I'll be able to keep sleeping.
I need a fresh breath of air.

I open the door and I find him face to face with me. I jump shocked.

I realize my reaction is a bit too much.

"Oh, Derek, hi, good morning," I say hurriedly.

No, no, no! I'm acting too weird. It was just a dream. He can't read my mind!

"Is everything alright? You stayed in the bathroom for like an hour," he asks in a morning voice I absolutely love. I then notice his bed hair. Gosh, so sexy.

I look at the clock on the wall. He is right. It's 6 am.

I spent an hour inside his bathroom fantasizing about him.

"Can't a lady pee?" I ask as I walk past him and jump into the bed, pulling the blanket over me. It's colder in the morning.

"For an hour?" he asks and smiles. I hate him. He is making this so much harder for me.

"Go back to sleep and shut up," I grin like an idiot.

Derek rolls his eyes and gets in the bed with me. I am about to turn my back to him because this oddly feels like a déjà vu.

His hand is on my arm. I can perfectly see him now that there is more light coming from outside despite the curtains.

"Did you feel uncomfortable with me in bed?" he asks worriedly.

If only he knew... But not the kind of uncomfortable he is thinking about.

"Because if it is so, I will gladly sleep on the couch," he adds quickly and I shake my head. His hand is still on my arm, which gives me goosebumps.

Those fingers.

"I slept well. Really. Amazingly," I blurt out. It's kind of true, except that it ended with me being sexually frustrated.

Derek smiles and then he closes his eyes. He doesn't bother to lift his hand off my arm and neither to turn his back to me.

He just falls asleep as I'm staring at him.
His soft but also rough features... he has a slight hint of stubble on his jaw and chin. His brown hair is longer than before, now it's growing since he cut it in prison, but it doesn't surpass his ears.

I close my eyes. I don't want him to catch me staring at him when he is sleeping, again.

Falling asleep with him touching me is the best feeling in the world.

Four hours later we wake up at around the same time. Luckily no other wet dream occurred and he wasn't touching my arm anymore, which I admit did make me feel a little sad.

He seemed to have waken up before me.

"Good morning," I say and he looks at me smiling.

"Good morning," he repeats it as I force myself to look back at the ceiling, remembering my stupid dream and how I spent an hour in the bathroom.

I stand up and again, the same story, I don't have any clothes to change into, so he hands me one of his light blue t-shirts and a pair of pants that don't fit me.

I need to call Nicole.

"You look cute," he says as his eyes travel down my body, wearing his clothes that smell like him. I look down at my—his—pants and I bite my lip.

Derek goes to the kitchen and invites me to come too. He has an espresso machine and he makes coffee for both of us.

"Do you have milk?"

He gives me milk from the fridge without even saying anything else. It feels like we are a married couple.

He sits near me as I sip from the coffee he made me. "Did you have a nightmare last night?" he asks hesitantly.

I shoot up. "What? Why- Why do you think that?"

"You kept turning and moving, and at times you were breathing very heavily."

I can feel my cheeks blushing. He is going to catch on to the fact that I did dream about him.

Would it be so horrible?

I guess it's just more my ego. Admitting I want him even in my sleep despite him leaving me alone for three months and rejecting me over and over again the past year.

He said he regretted leaving me but he is also not making any moves. I don't want to initiate everything as if I force him to go along with it.

"I- I... uhm." He stares at me and I feel even shyer. "No! Of course not. I slept well."

His serious, worried look fades and he starts grinning. Then he just laughs.

Bastard. Derek knows. He fucking knows. He did know the whole fucking morning. He is playing with me!

I bite the inside of my cheek as he stops laughing, forcing his face to stay serious.

"You know, don't you?" I ask annoyed. I feel like I've been caught doing something I shouldn't do.

"You woke me up. You kept slapping me with your arms every time you turned," he explains and I roll my eyes.

What does he exactly know? This is nothing. I could just be an annoying sleeper.

"It became pretty obvious when you moaned my name," he finishes and I almost spit out my coffee.

I gulp down hard and I take a big breath of air. "Pervert!"

"I'm not the one having sex dreams with you in bed," he adds as he keeps laughing. I loathe him.

"How can you be so sure it was a wet dream?" I ask annoyed.

"Trust me, I know you too well," he says and I blush. I look away and I drink the whole cup of coffee fast.

"So, did I do a good job in your dream?" he continues teasing me. I'm going to get back at him for this.

I put the cup down, frustrated. I lean toward him and he seems less amused for a second. "No. It was so bad I had to finish it myself," I lie.

Now it sounds like that's what I did this morning for an hour and it seems to thrill him more than I thought. Maybe there is something sexy about me getting myself off in his bathroom after I have a wet dream of him because I'm desperate for his touch.

He rolls his eyes. "Let's hope you will have a better dream tonight," he adds.

"Not going to happen. I'm leaving today."

"No, you are not." He turns serious now.

"Why not?"

"We already discussed this, Veronica." The way he says my name vividly reminds me of that dream.

"I don't want to stay here."

"But you have to," he adds.

"I will just run away when I get the chance."

He stands up as he grabs both of our empty cups and bends near me. His lips brush my ear which sends a shiver down my spine.

"Good luck with that."