I dreamed that there was a hand kneading my left breast. A pair of lips was kissing the right side of my neck. When, all of a sudden, I woke up in the darkness and sat up.
"It's me," I heard Bram say.
I sighed and dangled my feet from the bed. Then I massaged my head, "Where are we?"
"Aunt Calla's guest room," Bram answered. I felt his chest on my back. He hugged my waist using his right hand and made me lay down beside him. The room was very dark. I was wondering what the time was.
"Did I pass out?" I asked Bram again. I placed my right arm on my forehead.
"Yes. What were you thinking?" Bram scolded. His lips were so close to my right ear.
"I will never drink pink champagne again," I whispered with eyes closed. Then I realized something, "Wait, why are you here?" I asked Bram as I slightly turned my head towards his face.
"Aunt Calla called me. She said that you might need to stay for the night. She even sent me your picture while you're sleeping on the sofa," Bram explained. His tone had a hint of sarcasm in it.
"You don't have to come here, you know," I told him as I closed my eyes. My head felt heavy.
"Right," Bram commented. I felt him leave my side and touch my right knee. Then he lifted the lower part of my dress.
"Bram, I'm hungry," I told him as I felt him remove my panties.
"Me too!" he said with a hoarse voice. Then he removed my dress completely.
"Bram, we can't do this here. We don't live here!" I whispered. My heart started to beat fast. I felt scandalized by what he wanted to do.
I felt his bare skin when he covered me with his body. Then he kissed my lips and kneaded my left breast with his right hand. I thought it was a dream! I did not know what to do. I bit my lower lip and wrapped my legs around his waist, then I placed my hands on his shoulders.
Bram lifted his face slightly and touched my nose with his, "My mom paid for this condo," he murmured, then he lifted both my legs and entered me.
"Oh my gosh," I whimpered and closed my eyes.
Bram slowly started coming in and out of me, "You..are..not...allowed...to...drink...without me," he said each word for every thrust, "Do...you...understand?"
I was catching my breath. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, "Okay," I murmured.
Then he lowered my legs and removed himself from me. He placed both his upper arms under my back, then kissed me full on the mouth and played with my lower lip, "I waited for hours to do this," he said almost inaudibly as he kissed and sucked my neck.
I rested my hands on Bram's upper arms and stared at the ceiling. These words that he just said brought me hope—that Bram and I could have something special.
Then he slid down there and I whispered his name but he ignored me. He did not stop until I was wet and ready. Then he entered me again and started his rhythmic movement inside me.
"This is madness," he commented. He was making me dizzy as he increased his pace. We were chasing our breath and I felt I was nearly there; then we both let go. I closed my eyes and let the euphoric feeling engulf me. He pinned both my hands as he slowed his pace and then he stopped.
"Emma?" Bram said my name as he lowered himself to me.
"Hmm..?" was the only response that I could give to him. I was still chasing my breath.
"Do you think we could fall in love?" Bram whispered. I could feel his breath on my left cheek.
My eyes opened instantly. Bram's question caught me off guard, "I don't know how to answer that, Bram," I replied. That was the only thing I could think of at the moment. Because Bram was still inside me.
"Okay," Bram sighed and added, "I guess I've gone crazy," then he slowly went out of me.
Bram rested his head on my left shoulder. After a moment, I heard his light snore. As he slept soundly, I was doing the opposite. I was fully awake. I was processing what Bram meant with the words that he just said. I wanted to check the time, but there was no way I could get up without waking Bram. So I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep too.
Tuesday morning
"Baby, we need to get up," I heard Bram say as he shook my arm lightly.
I slowly got up and wrapped the blanket on my body, "What time is it?" I asked Bram.
"It's thirty minutes past four o'clock," Bram answered me.
I got out of bed. Bram turned the lights on and we both picked up our discarded clothing. Bram went to the shower and I put my clothes on, then went out. I felt parched, so I went to the kitchen. The hanging lights on the kitchen counter were left open.
I opened the cabinet where I saw Aunt Calla get her wine glasses before, then went straight to the fridge and got a pitcher of water. I poured some water into the glass and drank slowly.
"Did you sleep well, dear?" I heard Aunt Calla's voice as she emerged from the shadows.
I nervously put down the glass of water on the counter and gulped, "You scared me," I told Aunt Calla when she was near the counter in front of me.
"Sorry dear," Aunt Calla said as she rounded the counter to face me, "I was so worried about you last night."
"It's okay," I answered her as I sat on one of the high chairs near the counter, " I was kind of embarrassed that I passed out on you. That was a first for me. I don't drink."
"Nothing to worry dear," Aunt Calla said, "I slept on the sofa because I was waiting for you and Bram to wake up.
"Oh, you didn't have to do that," I told her shyly.
Aunt Calla walked to her fridge and opened it, "I wanted to know what breakfast Bram wants."
"I want an English breakfast, Auntie!" We heard Bram say as he closed the door of the guest room. We both stared at him for a moment, then I turned to Aunt Calla again.
"Anything for my favorite nephew," Aunt Calla responded as she got some eggs from the fridge.