Chapter Eight
I gasped and bolted upright, naked and covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Sunlight filtered into the dim room. Clutching the cool sheet against my chest, my heart raced as I looked around the room confused.
Where am I? Why am I naked, and where are my panties?
My eyes adjusted, and I saw my reflection in the familiar floor length mirror.
I was in my bedroom. It was a dream. Thank god!
I stumbled out of bed, my brain still in a fog, and looked for my clothes. I finally found my panties and T-shirt wedged in the corner of the bed between the mattress and sheets. That was weird. I’d never taken off my clothes while I was sleeping before. It must’ve been some dream.
A delicious sensation throbbed between my legs, and then it suddenly hit me what had happened.
No way. No.
