Angelo
I woke up feeling uneasy, with a painful erection and a wave of guilt lingering from the remnants of a dream I tried hard to forget.
I dreamt about Rosalia, something I desperately tried to avoid thinking about. Before I fell asleep, I tried to push all thoughts of her out of my mind. I resisted imagining her lying in bed just down the hall, how easy it would be to check on her and see her sleeping there. I fought against envisioning how simple it would be to have her in my own bed, if I gave in to what everyone around me seems to want and married her. But being in the same house, under the same roof, made resisting these thoughts harder than I anticipated. It was too easy to imagine her lying beside me in bed, her fair skin against crisp white sheets, her blue eyes gazing up at m
