I dreamt that I was at Jason's party, surrounded by a lively and eclectic mix of people.
Charles was sitting next to me, engaged in a serious conversation with Max, who sat across from us. While they spoke, Charles' hand would occasionally wander down my back, lingering on my ass before returning to his lap. I tried to maintain a calm demeanor, engaging in conversation with Max while secretly reveling in the sensation of Charles' touch.
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, basking in the warmth and intimacy of Charles' touch. Even in my subconscious, I couldn't escape the complicated and forbidden nature of our relationship.
Someone called Charles away, and I thought I would have enough time to recover myself. I stayed for a while and went to the bathroom u
