A good one
1088 Words
The room was burning when I woke up.
I blinked, my eyes stinging from the thick gray smog hanging in the air. I forced myself to sit up, my head pounding from last night's events.
Where is he?
I have to find him.
I glanced around, but my eyes were blurry with tears and smoke clouded the room, making it impossible to see. I pulled my shirt over my nose and mouth and climbed out of bed. The doorknob burned my fingers as I twisted and pulled the door open.
How did I get here?
Bright orange flames licked up the staircase, most of downstairs ablaze.
He's not in the bedrooms.
Somehow I knew that.
He's downstairs.
Somewhere.
Passed out on the couch?
Or gone?
Hadn't he left?
I called his name.
No. No use.
He wouldn't hear me over the cackling of the fire. If I stayed in here any longer, I would die.
He's probably gone like last time.
Last time?
I ran downstairs, my feet stinging from the hot wood, my breath coming out in huffs as I tried to suck in much-needed air. I reached the first floor and tripped over something lying on the ground. Crawling back, I noticed...Christian ?
He was slumped halfway over the first step as if he had been on his way upstairs... And he wasn't moving.
"Christian ?"
Why isn't he moving?
"Christian ?"
His face was warm, but was that from his body heat or the fire?
We're in a fire.
We need to get out of the fire.
"Georgia ?"
Someone said my name.
But Christian had not moved.
No one else is here.
No one else is in the fire.
"Hey! Georgia !"
I gasped, blinking awake. I startled when Lucas' face came into focus above me, then shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Need a moment, Benjamin ?"
Not Lucas, Christian.
I had known that, of course, but I had mixed them up in my dream, and it was still kind of f*****g with my head. I grabbed the pillow beside me and pulled it over my face, giving myself some time to compose myself.
"Why did you wake me up?" I mumbled into the pillow.
Hmm, Christian kind of smelled nice. Kind of soapy and clean, a little lemony... Or that was probably the pillow itself and laundry detergent.
"Well, I woke up when you started moaning my name," he said.
"I didn't!" I shot up, dropping the pillow and crashed straight into him. Christian grunted as I knocked him over, the two of us ending up in a pile.
"Easy there, I mean, I knew you'd be excited, but..."
"Shut up!" I cried, slapping against his chest. His very nice, but very naked chest. I struggled to climb off him, only to get more tangled in the sheets.
"Okay Georgia ," he grunted. "You might want to stop moving."
I felt something very hard, but very naked poking my thigh.
"I hate my life," I moaned, banging my head against the most solid surface closet to me- which happened to be his shoulder.
"Okay, okay," he yelped. "I'm not into that pain shit."
I stopped and buried my face in the mattress beside his neck. "Don't they use whips or something?" I muttered into comforter before I could stop myself.
I felt him turn his head to face me. "I wouldn't trust you with a whip," he told me, deadpan.
"Please stop talking," I groaned, though I was thankful he'd forgotten about my dream episode.
"I'm not into fire either," he added.
I froze, then shifted to the side to look at him, awkward pokey things and whips forgotten. "What do you mean?" I asked, hoping I had heard wrong, and hadn't just jinxed myself a couple minutes earlier.
"Well, I thought you were having a wet dream until you started yelling fire," he said. "And in case it still was a wet dream..."
"I- That- It's," I shut my mouth, still undecided about what to say. Did I tell him the dream wasn't anything like that, and possibly provoke more questions? Or did I just not respond, or play it off, since he probably meant it as a joke? He was just teasing me, right, he didn't seriously think I was having s*x dreams with fire.
"Does that even exist?" I finally choked out to change the subject.
"What?"
"Fire s*x obsessions." I shuddered. After experiencing first hand what it was like to almost die because of a fire, I wasn't sure how people could get turned on by it.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why do you keep trying to change the subject?"
I gave him an incredulous look. "You're the one who asked about fire s*x dreams!"
"What was your dream about?" he asked.
"Why do you care?"
"'Cause I was part of it," he replied.
I was in the middle of trying to make up some kind of believable dream for Christian to be in so he'd just drop it and I wouldn't have to explain everything that had happened with Lucas when a knock sounded at the RV door.
"You get it," I told Christian .
"Why can't you?" he demanded.
"I'm naked!" I exclaimed.
"So am I," he said. "And you're on top of me."
I scrambled off him, managing to untangle myself from the sheets this time. The person at the door knocked again, harder this time, since he or she was probably getting impatient. "You can just put on a pair of pants and answer."
"You could too," he replied even as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on. "I'm sure whoever it is wouldn't complain."
I blinked at him. "Are- Did you just compliment my boobs?"
He shrugged.
"I feel exposed," I whispered to myself as he headed towards the door. Then I realized that he was planning to open it and I was still butt naked. After grabbing the articles of clothing closest to me, I darted into the bathroom and shut the door.
I dropped the clothes on the ground and leaned against the bathroom wall for a moment to take in a couple deep breaths. I hadn't had the fire dream in a month now. And that one hadn't been anything like the dreams I'd had before. What was Christian doing appearing in my dreams? Lucas hadn't even been there.
And yet...Christian hadn't replaced Lucas or anything, he had just been there.
Lying on the ground.
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