*Mature content, read at your own cause.*
For all my underage readers, the hot scene will be over and you'll be safe to continue reading when you see the double asterisks '**'

Kisses.

Moans.

Clothes flying in the air.

That's about all my brain could register at the moment.

I find myself being lifted up so that I'm straddling his waist. I moan when my core comes in contact with the huge bulge between his legs.

With me in his arms, he walks us towards the bedroom, while placing wet kisses on my jaw, slowly trailing down to my collar bone. My hands grab his hair tightly, begging him not to stop.
He carefully places me down on the bed, my hair, that somehow in between the kisses got loose from its band, sprawls freely on the bed.

He gets on top of me, using his elbows to support his weight, so he isn't crushing me. He places himself in between my legs, I shift a little till I get comfortable with our new found position.

He is shirtless and I'm just in my undies, but I don't feel uncomfortable, even though this being the first time I've ever gone so far during a make out session.

I felt safe.

I trust him.

I trace his jaw line with my finger tip and smile as he leans into my touch.

"Sean." I whisper.

"Are you sure about this love?"

My eyes widen.
That's Scott's voice.
I close my eyes tightly and count to ten. But when I open them, I still see Sean's face.

"Scott?" I ask, uncertain.

"No we can't be doing this." I object and try to get him off me, but he's too heavy.

"Darling, you and I both know you still want me." Sean smirks, his normal voice is back.

"Get off me!" I yell.

"I'm not on you. You're doing this yourself," he says, "it's all in your head. I'm only on top of you because you want me to."

"Kat! you better get up."

I stop, say what now?

"Kat!" Sean yells, but in Laura's voice.

"Why are you yelling at me!" I yell back.

His lips twitch up to form a proud smirk and slowly his face turns into tiny pixels, that were busy rearranging themselves.

**

My eyes fly open.

"Laura?" I ask, blinking severally to adjust my eyes to the bright lightning.

"Good you're awake." Laura says.
She had on her favourite pink pajamas, hair pulled up in a messy bun. And she stood right above me, staring down at me as I slowly stand up and lean against the bed's headrest.

I sigh in relief.

Thank God it was just a dream.

I can't help but feel dirty and very guilty.

Dreaming about being in bed with another guy while dating a different guy.
Our relationship hasn't even lasted up to a day and I'm already getting weird dreams.

"I'm not on you. You're doing this yourself," he says, "it's all in your head. I'm only on top of you because you want me to."

I recall what Sean had said in my dream.

Was it really on me?
My heart and brain must be in some sort of conflict.

"Dude! Are you just going to keep staring at nothing?"

I jump when I hear Marisol's unexpected voice.

I turn and see her comfortably tucked in my bed, eyes staring at me.

When did she get here?

"So..." Laura drawls, taking a sit at the edge of the bed.

"So what?" I ask.

"You promised you'll tell us how it happened." Mari answers for her.

My mouth forms an 'O' knowingly.

"Well start talking." Laura insists.
I try to complain to them that I'm tired, but all attempts were in vain. I end up telling them the full story, how Scott got down on one knee, the crowd, how stunned I was, but leaving out the fact that I thought of a certain someone when it all happened.

"That's so ..." Mari begins, once I'm through with the story.

"Don't say it!" Laura warns Marisol.

"Fine." Mari whines.

"What about my brother?" Laura asks all of a sudden.

"What about him?" I question.

"You obviously still like him!"

"Do I?"

"Tell her Mari!" Laura yells.

"Stay with Scott!" Mari yells. She turns to Laura and mutters an apology. "Scott told her how he feels, he wanted her, he got her. Your brother didn't do any of the above."

She lays flat on the bed with her back.

"You snooze you loose." She quickly adds in.

Laura grunts and playfully punches her in the arm.

"I know he's my brother but..." She cuts herself short.
"Never mind, Mrs Williams." Laura teases, and I smile goofily.

~~~~~~~~

I finally decide to get some studying done to get my mind off the stupid dream. With Marisol gone and Laura somewhere in the house, I can actually see the possibility of it happening.

Scott called during the day to check up on me and after that, I switched to full study mode.
I am more than determined to make up for the lost time from when we decided to have a 'study over'

I put on my earphones and begin to play music from my phone, but stop when my screen flashes on.

My heart beat quickens when I see Sean's name flash on my screen. Images from my dream flash in my head, but I quickly shake them off.

Sean: Darling...

Must I always face distractions whenever I want to study?

Why universe? Why?

Nonetheless I begin to type my reply.

Me: Sean...

Sean: Felt like checking up on my very good friend ;)

I smile at my screen. Well his wink sends the wrong message.

Me: Well your friend is fine.

Sean: Good to know.

I sigh.
Should I tell him about Scott?
Friends don't keep secrets now, do they?

Me: How's work and all?

Sean: Great. Things have been less hectic at the office lately. Really glad about that.

So he's in a good mood to receive the news?
There's no reason for him to be angry, I remind myself.

But deep down a part of me wishes he'd be a little bit shaken by the news.

Me: That's good to know.  Friends tell each other everything, right?

Sean: Definitely.

Me: Okay then... Scott and I are now officially a thing. Just thought I should let you know since we're friends.

I reread my reply once again then click the send button. It felt like a heavy load had just been lifted from my chest once the message was delivered.

I stare at my screen in anticipation for his reply but none came.
I put my phone down and turn back to continue studying.

It felt like hours passed, with yet no response.
I check the time and see that twenty minutes had gone by, but it felt like ages.

What was keeping him from responding?

An urgent business meeting?

An unexpected visit from a lover in nothing but a trench coat?

I hiss and shake the dreadful image from my mind. Just then my screen lits up.
I'm both excited and nervous to know what he has to say. Gathering enough courage, I click the message open.

Sean: When?

Okay, that's straightforward.

Me : Last night.

Another long wait before his reply finally came.

Sean: Congratulations.

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