Dean was gone, from my mind, or so I thought. It had been a few weeks since I last saw him though for some reason he was there while I was driving to work and wouldn’t go away. I knew I’d probably never have any contact with him again but couldn’t help myself from daydreaming.
Staring out at the road ahead, my house starts to materialize in front of me and Dean walks up to the front door and rings the bell. He is there to see my dad about business, he isn’t home, of course Dean knows this. It is all part of his plan. When I tell him he’s not home he says he’ll just wait inside. He heads inside with me, then grabs me, and gently pushes me up against the wall. I feel the weight of his body pressed against me, warm and firm. His familiar scent coming back to me. I inhale, trying to get more of it into my body. The heightened sensations and the anticipation of what is coming next turns up the volume on our rapid breathing and pounding hearts.
Great, I think as I get jerked out of my fantasy, I missed my exit. I’ll have to dream about Dean when I can give him my full attention.
