Falling For My Husband’s Guest

The Dream

Naomi’s POV

I was standing in the guest bathroom again.

Steam filled the air.

Chase stood under the shower again, water running down his brown skin.

This time he turned and looked straight at me. He didn’t look surprised. He just held out his hand.

I stepped closer.

His hands moved to my waist and pulled me under the water with him.

My clothes stuck to my body, but he didn’t care.

He kissed me hard. His mouth was warm and hungry.

One of his hands slid under my wet dress and touched my skin, the other held the back of my neck so I couldn’t pull away.

I should have stopped him.

Instead I kissed him back.

His body pressed against mine. I felt every hard line of him.

Heat spread low in my stomach and between my legs.

His fingers moved higher, slow and sure. I gasped against his mouth. The sound made him hold me tighter.

Then he whispered my name against my neck.

That was when I woke up.

My eyes flew open.

My heart was beating fast.

My breathing was uneven. The room was dark and quiet.

Vincent was still asleep beside me, turned away.

I sat up slowly.

My body still felt the dream. My skin was warm.

There was a tight, restless feeling between my legs that made me press my thighs together. I hated it.

I got out of bed as quietly as I could and went to the bathroom.

I turned on the cold water and splashed it on my face. Then I stared at myself in the mirror.

What is wrong with me?

It was only a dream. But it felt too real. I could still feel his hands. I could still hear the way he said my name.

I stayed in the bathroom until my body calmed down a little. Then I walked back to the bedroom, got dressed, and went downstairs before Vincent woke up.

Chase was already in the kitchen.

He stood by the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand.

He was wearing a plain white shirt. His curly hair was still slightly messy. When he saw me, he gave a small nod.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

I walked past him and poured myself some water. I didn’t look at him directly.

Every time I did, the dream flashed in my head again.

“You okay?” he asked after a few seconds.

It was the same question he had asked me before.

“I’m fine.”

He studied me for a moment. “You look tired.”

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“Same,” he said quietly.

I put the glass down. “I should go.”

I turned and walked out of the kitchen before he could say anything else.

My hands were slightly shaky. Being near him felt different now. The dream had made everything sharper.

I spent most of the morning in the living room with a book I wasn’t really reading. Every time I heard footsteps, I found myself wondering if it was Chase.

Later, when he walked past to take a call, I kept my eyes on the page. I wasn’t sure why I was avoiding him so much, but being around him suddenly felt different.

Around midday, Vincent called.

“I’ll be home late again,” he said. “There’s a meeting.”

“Okay.”

There was a short pause.

“That’s all?” he asked.

“What else do you want me to say?”

He went quiet for a moment.

“Nothing. I’ll see you tonight.”

The call ended.

I put the phone down and stared at the wall.

Three years of this. Short calls. Late nights. A marriage that felt more like an arrangement than a real life.

And now this new feeling I didn’t want.

In the afternoon, I went upstairs to rest. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping I could sleep without dreaming again. Instead, the images came back.

I sat up, frustrated with myself.

Later, when the house grew quieter, I went downstairs again.

Chase was sitting in the living room, looking at something on his phone. He glanced up when I entered.

“You don’t have to avoid me,” he said.

I stopped.

“I’m not.”

He gave a small, almost amused look.

“You’ve been in every room except the ones I’m in.”

I didn’t answer right away.

Finally, I said, “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“I can tell.”

The way he said it made me uncomfortable. I hated that he noticed.

“I’m going to make tea,” I said, and walked to the kitchen.

He didn’t follow me.

I was grateful for that.

By evening the house felt too quiet.

Vincent still wasn’t home.

I ate a small dinner alone and went back to my room early.

I tried watching something on my phone, but I couldn’t focus.

When Vincent finally came in, it was late. He changed clothes, got into bed, and turned off the light without saying much.

I lay still beside him.

The dark made the dream feel closer.

I kept seeing Chase’s hands. The water. The heat that had woken me up.

My body still remembered it even though I didn’t want it to.

I turned onto my side, away from Vincent, and closed my eyes.

I had never felt this restless lying next to my husband before.

And that scared me more than the dream itself.