ALL FAITHS SINS

Chapter Twelve

Faith

This was the strangest damn dream I had ever had.

Hands down.

And yet it all seemed so real, but then wasn’t that the way of dreams? Didn’t they always seem ultra-real, too bright and sharp? Making real-life seem like a dream?

Still, the water in the bath had been hot and bubbly, the aromatic oils had been rich and faintly masculine and I had relaxed in the water for probably longer than was polite, especially as I was pretty sure Dillon was standing guard to the door of the room I had woken up in.

Relaxing in a dream. It was strange. My dreams were usually more exciting than that. They usually made me wake up in a cold sweat, with my heart thumping against my ribs.

The water had cooled significantly when I finally stepped out of the deep copper tub, wrapping my self in a fluffy towel which I was pretty sure had come from a well-known department store.

Strange.

My mind was a weird place for sure.

I mulled it over as I dried myself off, wrapping a spare towel around my hair to stop it dripping cool water down my back.

My clothes?

The tiny scrap of white material that had been my angel Halloween outfit was nowhere to be seen, not even my underwear. Was where I had left it. What did he expect me to wear? A towel?

The thought made a giggle erupt from my mouth. One of the seven deadly sins wanted me to wear nothing but a towel as I wandered around hell. It was a mortifying thought but also it kind of made sense.

Hadn’t I been brought up to cover myself? To respect my modesty. Hadn’t my ultra-strict, ultra-religious grandparents drummed that into my head since I could walk. Maybe this wasn’t a dream after all.

Maybe I was dead.

And this was my hell.

To be left exp[osed in front of the seven young men who had the starring roles of every single dirty dream since I had left to go to school.

“Can I come in?” Dillon's voice travelled easily through the heavy wooden door, which swung open without my reply and his blonde head poked around it, eyes growing saucer-like as he took in my half-naked form.

I might be covered from armpit to knee but I felt naked as his eyes travelled the length of my body.

“Thought you might want something to wear” He closed the door behind him softly, making moving the heavy door look easy. “But now I'm thinking…”

“Dillon” I couldn’t help it, a blush crept up my neck as I clutched the towel against my breasts.

Now, this was more like one of my normal dreams, though Dillon hadn’t exactly had many starring roles. I hadn’t come into contact with him before today.

“Sorry” He grinned down at me, looking just like a usual college-aged boy and not some devil-like he said he was.

It was all so confusing.

“Look I …” He held out the bundled up fabric in his hands as if that explained why he had come into my room when I was wearing nothing but a towel. “I'm sure it will fit but if it doesn’t then I will have something else…”

Sheepishly I took the dress with one hand, keeping my other arm tight against the swell of my breasts so the towel didn’t slip .

“Thanks, if you…” I motioned my head towards the door, asking him without words to leave whilst I dressed myself.

He didn’t move. Didn’t even move a muscle.

“Id like to get dressed now Dillon”

“No one's stopping you” His voice had turned husky. As if he was already imagining what I would look like naked and standing there on the rug for him to study.

“Dillon”

 Was it my imagination or had the temperature in the room just gone up by a million degrees?

“I've seen a naked woman before Faith, no need to be embarrassed” He took a step forward, and instinctively I took an answering step backwards. “I am sure you will be just as beautiful as I imagine”

“Still not happening buddy, I don’t know you well enough for you to see me naked “ My voice came out strong but insides my body was turning into jelly.

He had imagined me naked? What else had he imagined?

“I'm sure we will know each other very well soon enough Faith” Another step forward had him looking very much like a predator stalking his prey. Which just happened to be me.  “You are very beautiful” He reached out a hand, the gold ring on his middle finger caught my attention, breaking the spell his words were having on me.

“I think I will get dressed in the bathroom” It came out a breathy squeak as I turned my heel, almost jogging to the open door room.

There was no way I could let him touch me. Just being in presence was having a very strange effect on my body. It was as if all my cells were suddenly alive. Clashing against my skin and trying to break free.

I wanted him to run those big hands over my body and yet I wanted to run away and hide in equal measure.

It was almost as if my own body was warring against itself.

“You won't be able to resist forever Faith” His face was knowing but he didn’t make a move to follow me.

“Of course I will, when I wake up things will go back to normal” I bit back from the doorway. “And then you won't even give me a second look”

His chuckle was like silk rubbing against my skin, beautiful and yet haunting it made goosebumps erupt all over my body.

“Faith you are never going to wake up, this isn’t a dream” For a second he looked almost sad. It was a flicker in his eyes. there and gone again in a second.  “The real world is more f****d up than any dream Faith, you will understand that soon enough”