Nine
This Is No Dream
I rise back to a full standing position, a sudden rush of adrenaline flooding my entire body and leaving it tingling all over.
“C’mere, Ambs.”
Ambs…
His old nickname for me. But I can only stand there, trapped inside my tingling body. Not understanding. Not knowing what to do.
And he says, “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but if you make me come to you, there’s a good chance we won’t be making it all the way back to the bed.”
I still don’t understand. I still don’t know what to do. But like a thing compelled, my legs start moving in the direction of his voice.
He’s closer than I thought. Not all the way in bed but sitting on the very end of it. I discover his location when his arm catches me around the waist and positions me between his legs.
I’m standing,
