If Gemma could get the floor to open up, she would have done that instantly. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment. She felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.
So all that had been a dream? And how did Miguel get to know what she was dreaming about?
Of course, she must have been dry-humping him. Gemma quickly moved to the other end of the bed when she realized she had her both legs tangled around Miguel's right leg.
Miguel threw his head back laughing really hard.
Gemma dragged the shirt she was putting on trying to cover her exposed lap.
"When you are done laughing please leave!" Gemma said not being able to look him in the face. Gemma, what have you done? What was she thinking? Why was she even having such a dream?
"No honey, I'm not leaving until you've told me how good I was in that dream of yours." Miguel scooted closer to her.
"Tell me, was it good like the...."
