I woke up when the alarm in my smartphone screeched, and jolted upright, almost hitting my head against Rossetti's bunk above.
"What the hell was that?" I gasped, blinking in confusion. Reaching for my glasses, I glanced around and saw that everything was still normal. My clothes were on, I had the blanket pulled up above me. On top, Rossetti was peacefully snoozing atop her bunk, her breathing steady and rhythmic. Not on top of me, but on her own bed above mine.
…yeah, the whole thing was a dream. Well, what did you expect from a chapter titled "Wet Dream"? Sorry for trolling you guys, readers, but I just couldn't resist. Also, I was a healthy young man who currently possessed a teenage body. It was only natural to have dreams like this from time to time.
