Julia
To say I’m royally confused when I wake up is an understatement.
I sit up groggily, blinking back sleep. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and my body still rings from the ghost of this morning’s encounter. Logically, I know it was a dream. So why did it feel so real?
An image of Zeke kneeling beside the bed flashes through my mind, and I can’t help but blush at the intensity that flared in his honeyed eyes. But he couldn’t have been here. That’s just silly.
“It was just a dream,” I murmur into the empty bedroom, as if the words could convince my harried thoughts.
“What was that?” Jake’s voice calls from the en suite bathroom. It takes me a moment to register the sound of the shower, and then realization hits me like a brick.
Jake and I f****d last night.
And we’d made love this
