Not My Dream

I wanted to go to bed immediately. But Alex had to get home first, and he probably wasn’t going to sleep right away either. For some reason I was pretty sure Alex wanted to keep me waiting. Leave me on the hook for a little longer, so that I wanted him more and more.

I’d say he didn’t know how much I wanted him, but he did. He could read my thoughts. I wondered how many telepaths there were in the world. It was scary thinking some where out there someone else knew what I was thinking. It didn’t bother me that Alex did. I actually sorta liked it. But he tended to see all the crazy that went on too. And that was bad.

I sighed as I climbed in the shower and took a long hot shower. I thought about Alex and all the things I wanted to be doing with him. How I had wanted him to come inside and I wanted to break my vow of only talking. He was coming over for dinner tomorrow. I’d cook for him, and I knew it would be terribly hard to keep my hands off of him. 

I was gone, too far gone to be able to control my body’s reaction to him, and in the shower I didn’t hide the fact, or the pleasure derived from those thoughts. I’d have kept myself wanting – needing Alex – but I wanted to behave, wanted to follow through, let Alex fall in love with me. Not the idea that I was what he was missing in his life.

He thought he was giving me time. But I was giving him time. Time to see me instead of his ex lover super hero.

I climbed into bed in only a pair of boxers and a tank top and sank into a restful sleep.

I woke in my dreams finding Alex lounging against a tree. “Hey.” I said.

Alex smiled but his eyes never opened as he patted the ground next to me, “You took your time.”

I laughed. “I took a shower.”

“A long shower.”

“Honestly, it could have been longer if my thoughts of you didn’t bring me over the edge when it did.” I said as I sat down next to him.

His smirk grew wider, into an almost smile. “You touched yourself while thinking about me?”

“Among other things.” I said.

Alex hummed deep in his throat and my body reacted to the guttural sound. “And you are so eager to go again.”

“It’s a dream I can have whatever stamina you need.”

Alex laughed and stood up. “Come with me.” He held out his hand and I sighed.

“I just sat down.”

Alex grinned, “I’m sorry. I want to show you something.”

I took his hand and in the next moment we weren’t where we were. Instead I was standing next to Alex – the real Alex on the sea shore. In the sand and my heart raced. “It’s okay Pretty Boy.” He whispered. “I’m here. It’s not real.”

I knew that, but it was sand… and I didn’t know why I was freaking out but I was.

Alex wrapped his arms around me and pressed his forehead into the back of my neck. He murmured soothing words and I felt his presence in my mind. “This is where I come to think.” He said softly.

“I can be me here. This is my dream.”

He pointed to a cabana house on the beach – one of many. “We can go sit on the porch.”

I nodded, and in the blink of an eye we were standing on the patio where no sand crept into the crevices of my mind. But Alex didn’t stop holding me as he turned me in his arms. “You okay?”

I nodded, “I’m with you.” I could feel those same thoughts from before trickling in my head. Thoughts of being in love, of wanting Alex, needing him.

He gave me a sad smile, “I don’t know if I can live up to all that.” He pulled away.

“Why do you have to be in my head?”

Alex shook his head, “It’s hard not to be. You are like an open book, I can’t help myself, and closing the book is something you’d have to do.”

“So tell me how?”

Alex sighed, “Thing is. Quinn and Cass both have a hard time reading you. The get a sense of it, but they can’t read you like someone else. But I don’t have that problem. It’s like there is a direct line into your head. The same reason why I’m drawn to you.”

“Soul mates.” I said and turned to face the water and look out on to the ocean floor. Leaning on the railing took me out of Alex’s reach and he didn’t seem to react. I was cold with the October ocean breeze. It wasn’t hot and sunny like I expected it to be. Why would you dream of an October beach?

I turned and looked back and Alex was gone. He’d left me alone in his dream? I willed myself to wake up but I couldn’t. It wasn’t my dream, was I even in my own body anymore? How did this work. Alex was a telepath, and a dream walker. The two seemed so far fetched that I wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream. But I knew this was a dream.

I could feel my body under the blankets in my apartment. I could sense I was deeply asleep, but Alex had left me trapped in his dream.

“Not forever.” He whispered from behind me. “Someone woke me.” 

“Take me back to my dream so I can wake up.”

Alex shook his head. “Not yet. It wasnt’ an emergency. Hunter had a nightmare, he was crawling into bed with me. He locked the door when I told him I was dreaming with you. He wants to show you something if you’ll let him.”

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