It was just a dream, right?
She didn't even wake up with a start.She had dreamt about kissing him so often that the "shock-factor" was gone. But the lack of surprise didn't mean a lack of confusion. She had always found him a bit attractive, but not to the point of fantasizing about him. For some reason, her subconscious suddenly decided to start doing what she had not even thought of doing.
It was awful timing, on her subcounscious' part, too. Well, conjuring up images of man who was not her fiance during the period of engagement to said fiance should be awful timing.
He practically jumped out of bed.
He had been thinking about her quite often lately, that was true, but he didn't expect to see her while he slept--much less from such an erotic vantage point. He had always found her attractive, so much so that he felt he had no right to see her as anything more than a friend. And then, suddenly, he realized that she saw him as exactly that: as more than a friend.
It was plain wrong--if one considers developing a difficult-to-manage infatuation with one's bestfriend's fiancee just wrong. Which he did, by the way.
It was awful timing, on her subcounscious' part, too. Well, conjuring up images of man who was not her fiance during the period of engagement to said fiance should be awful timing.
He practically jumped out of bed.
He had been thinking about her quite often lately, that was true, but he didn't expect to see her while he slept--much less from such an erotic vantage point. He had always found her attractive, so much so that he felt he had no right to see her as anything more than a friend. And then, suddenly, he realized that she saw him as exactly that: as more than a friend.
It was plain wrong--if one considers developing a difficult-to-manage infatuation with one's bestfriend's fiancee just wrong. Which he did, by the way.
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