ASHTONS POV.
Having the same type of dream twice is no coincidence, it is a pattern. I wake up the next morning sweating and breathing heavily from my dream. It's not funny anymore.
The guy having s*x with him is not me; I don't believe I would do such things in real life. It's like I could see myself kissing him but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I jump up from the bed and look out the window.
The sun is out, so I look over at Chester's bed. The bed is arranged and it seems like he has already left the room. I don't know why he didn't wake me up cause he usually wakes me.
I groan and rub the sleep out of my eyes, once my eyes are open enough. I walk to the bathroom. After all the things I did last night, I think a shower will be good to redeem myself from my sinful dreams.
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