Lily looked around her room. She couldn't really say she understood what had happened, but it was clear that everything that had happened was a dream, albeit an explicit one. Did she finally lose it? How was her body even reacting in her subconscious for someone she had just met a few weeks ago? She had lived her life alone without this man, so what was this sudden familiarity? Why did she want him so much?
Stepping out of the bathtub, Lily dried her body. Somewhere in her heart, she wished that it wasn't a dream. She wanted it to be real, but...but...was it right?
"I must be losing it. I need to talk to someone," Lily touched her chest. She could still remember how his lips felt on her...and his fingers. It was so real that her core still throbbed with the pleasure she had received.
