Chloe
He started to speak.
Then the room dissolved.
I opened my eyes to the ceiling of my new apartment. Morning light came through the thin curtains. My heart was still racing. The sheets were twisted around my legs. Between my thighs, I was wet and empty.
Everything that had happened—the bar, the stranger, his mouth, the way he filled me—was gone.
“Did I just have a dream?”
I was trying to forget about the dirty dream. But I couldn't get my mind off it… even though it was a dream— it felt real.
My fingers were still trembling as I shoved my phone into my jacket pocket. I needed air. I needed movement. I had to get out into the open where I could see who was around me.
I rushed out of the building, my boots hitting the pavement in a fast, restless rhythm
