Page 15 of A Midnight Romance

Lux

I n a lucid vision, vibrant with onyx and rose, River’s massive body lays on me, pressing me into the frigid cement floor.

Intertwined in an ocean of blood dripping from the walls, he thrusted into me.

His elbows bent beside my head, while his delicious mouth peppered my lips and chin with soft, sensual kisses.

The ginger rays of dawn settling beyond the horizon set off my internal clock dragging me into a restless slumber. I dreamed of River last night . Like I have over the past week since he dropped me off and we almost kissed.

The feelings still linger from that night we searched Rich’s house when I was mesmerized by River’s movements as he took off his mask.

First, I caught a glimpse of his lips—they were plump and inviting, followed by his nose and finally those endless dusky eyes.

If I hadn’t been sitting in his car, my knees would have weakened, causing me to fall to the ground.

I can still feel the unexpected sharp breath as my eyes traced his perfect bone structure and the light stubble on his chin. He looked no older than early thirties.

He should not have been hiding that face.

River has been outside my townhouse every night, and I’ve considered texting him multiple times as we get closer to what could be the plan for Rich’s weekend, but I figure if he has news to share with me, he will.

Not to mention, the last time we saw each other we had that moment, and with the dreams I’ve been having, I’ve found myself a little bashful—a feeling I know I will have to push aside now that we’re sort of working together.

Sticky with sweat and in need of a shower, I roll off the bed. My toes sink into the cream shag rug at my feet and with a wiggle I enjoy the softness against my skin, but a quick vibration breaks me from the moment.

Stevie: Can you pause writing for this evening? I need to come over.

Me: Sure. Is everything okay?

It’s no secret that I’m the organized and levelheaded one between us. Stevie’s impetuous and free-spirited nature gets her into some peculiar situations, and I’m certain this time is not any different.

Stevie: Yeah, but I broke things off with Nick and feeling a little down.

Me: No more fuck buddy for little Stevie?

Stevie: Nope. He got boring, and I got angsty.

I laugh to myself.

Me: You’re growing up. I’m so proud.

Stevie: Ha. Ha. Like you have any room to judge. When’s the last time you got laid dear sister?

I always hate acknowledging my sex life—or lack thereof, but even more now that I’ve fantasized about someone I definitely shouldn’t be fantasizing about.