I thought a fantasy like that would help get the thought of Patrick out of my system, but it became a recurring dream. For three nights in a row I dreamt that Patrick was there, holding me, making me gasp in delight.
“Oh Patrick,” I moaned.
“Patrick?” a voice boomed. I jerked awake and sat up to turn on the bedside lamp. It was Javi, lying next to me in nothing but his briefs.
“What the hell? You were dreaming about Patrick?” Javi screamed as he jumped out of the bed and reached for his clothes.
“Look it was just a dream,” I protested “Besides, you don’t know what I was actually dreaming about, do you? Anyways, I thought you wanted a break?”
“I know. But I had to see you again. So I used the key you gave me; thought I would try some romantic gesture to say how sorry I am. But I guess
