The pillow under my head felt increasingly uncomfortable. I kept banging my head against it, hoping the softness would return, but it didn't. To make matters worse, Fleur's muscles seemed to have grown overnight. Her arms were too strong, almost crushing me in her embrace. Her chest felt unnaturally firm. 'When did she start working out? Did she do it without telling me?' I wondered, pushing against her body, feeling it was as hard as a rock. This wasn't the cozy, comforting embrace I remembered.
I tried to pull away, but Fleur held on too tightly. "Fleur! Get off me, you're suffocating me!" I grumbled, my voice still hoarse. I wriggled, but Fleur's firm grip only tightened. She slipped her hand under my leg, lifting it up onto herself, and then wrapped her other arm around my back. With a swift movement, she flipped me to the other side of the bed, burying her head in my neck.
In an instant, it felt like I was transported to another place. I frowned, feeling suspicious about Fleur's sudden change in demeanor. I peeked out through my heavy eyelids, seeing nothing but darkness. A heavy weight seemed to press down on me, like a boulder, and I could feel hands moving around my shirt, a pair of lips brushing against my ears.
"Am I dreaming? Is this a continuation of that dream?" I thought to myself, straining to see through the darkness. After a lot of effort, I finally made out the bulging mass of muscles pressing down on me.
I looked at him slowly, blinking softly as I took in his features. His face was as handsome as ever, each line and curve perfectly crafted. "Oh, if only I could have you beside me like this in reality," I thought, my fingers gently tracing his jawline. His muscles were so strong that I couldn't resist dragging my fingers down his throat, admiring his sculpted abs. "Well, who cares if I can't have you in real life? No one can take you away from me in my dreams," I chuckled to myself, placing my hand on his cheek as I closed in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Though his kiss seemed rough at first, it was unexpectedly tender, and I lingered a bit longer, savoring the moment.
"I love you," I whispered, confessing for what felt like the hundredth time. "But don't worry, I'm going to give up on you soon." The excitement in my chest floated inside me, just like it always did whenever I dreamt of him. As I lay in his embrace, he opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Gasp!" My heart felt like it had stopped. For the first time in my life, I met his gaze. He watched me in silence, and I wondered what he was thinking. Did he enjoy being in my dream?
Before I could ponder further, he placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His kiss started softly but soon grew more intense. He bit my lip gently, pulling it as his hand explored my back and slipped inside my shirt. A hot surge traveled up my spine, causing me to arch my back. This feeling was new and unsettling. I had never experienced a dream quite like this before. It felt different—intense and almost real.
He stroked my breast with his rough hands, pushing it up and down, his body weight pressing down on me. His kiss deepened, and his head lowered to my neck, where he began to bite my skin. The situation made me cross my legs tightly, as the sensations became overwhelming. It was both painful and wet.
"Something is wrong!" I thought, my mind racing as the dream took an unexpected turn.
I swallowed nervously as a sharp twinge of pain pierced my neck. The weight on top of me definitely wast a dream , I snapped out of my dream. "What the? This is too realistic," I muttered, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my eyes widened.
"What is happening?" My throat felt constricted. The sensation of the person above me gnawing at my skin was both tingling and unsettlingly arousing. "Gosh! No! What am I thinking!" I hissed to myself, struggling to ignore the conflicting thoughts.
With the small amount of strength left in me, I pushed the figure off, managing to pull their face away from my neck. They fell to the side of the bed, and I froze. "That is—" I choked, almost screaming, but then a pair of hands clamped over my mouth.
"Shhh!! Don't scream!" Fleur whispered urgently, kneeling by the bed.
"What? What is happening?" I asked, nearly in tears. What was I doing in Ambrose's bed?
Fleur shook her head, silencing me before carefully trying to untangle me from the figure's grasp. It took a good ten minutes, but she finally managed to free me. The second I was loose, I jumped out of bed, hurriedly following Fleur out of the room. I was sweating profusely. "Why was I in there?" I asked, horrified.
Fleur, equally sweaty, grabbed my arm and pushed open the door to the room next to Ambrose's. She closed it behind us and looked at me with a mix of frustration and relief.
"If I had been one second later, he would have started making out with you!" Fleur was furious. My jaw dropped in shock.
"And are you nuts? Can't you tell the difference between this room and that room?" she demanded.
"Huh?" I was confused until I started piecing together the memories. Slowly, it dawned on me. "No wonder it felt so hard compared to Fleur," I blurted out, realizing how my words might have sounded. Fleur's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"Hard?"
"NO!! I mean the muscles!! What are you thinking, Fleur!" I flushed, mortified that she might have misunderstood me. She chuckled softly and turned off the lights.
"Go to sleep now!" she patted my back and brought me to the bed, 'That was all real.' my head was stuck in the moment, My lip and my neck could still feel the burning sensation still buzzing at it.