As Alex's body pressed against hers, Sophia felt a surge of desire she couldn't ignore. She had never felt this way before, like her entire being was on fire.
Alex's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, her breasts. Sophia felt herself arching into his touch, craving more.
Their lips met again, the kiss deepening into a passionate embrace. Sophia felt like she was drowning in Alex's desire, and she didn't want to be saved.
As they broke apart for air, Alex's eyes locked on hers, burning with intensity. "I want you, Sophia," he whispered. "I want all of you."
Sophia's heart raced as she nodded, her body screaming for more. She knew she was taking a risk, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Alex like a moth to flame.
Without another word, Alex swept Sophia into his arms, carrying her to the couch. They fell onto the soft cushions, their bodies entwined as they gave in to their desire.
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As they fell onto the couch, Alex's hands roamed Sophia's body, tracing the curves of her waist, her hips, her breasts. Sophia felt herself arching into his touch, craving more.
Their lips met again, the kiss deepening into a passionate embrace. Sophia felt like she was drowning in Alex's desire, and she didn't want to be saved.
Just as they were getting lost in the moment, a knock at the door broke the spell.
"Alex, sorry to interrupt," a voice called out.
Alex groaned, pulling away from Sophia. "What is it, Jamie?" he called out, his voice frustrated.
Sophia sat up, smoothing her hair, trying to compose herself.
Jamie, Alex's colleague, poked his head into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have an emergency. One of our patients is having a crisis."
Alex sighed, getting up from the couch. "I'll be right there."
As Alex left the room, Sophia couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She had been so caught up in the moment, and now it was interrupted.
But as she looked up at Jamie, she saw a curious glint in his eye. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't mean to break up the party."
Sophia felt her face heat up with embarrassment. "It's okay," she said, trying to brush it off. "We were just... uh... discussing a case."
Jamie raised an eyebrow. "At 5 pm on a Friday? With the door locked?"
Sophia laughed nervously. "Well, we were just... uh... trying to focus."
Jamie chuckled. "Sure you were."
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Jamie's knowing gaze made Sophia's face burn with embarrassment. She quickly got up from the couch, trying to play it cool.
"Well, I should get going," Sophia said, gathering her things. "Thanks for the... uh... session, Alex."
Alex returned to the room, his expression apologetic. "Sophia, I'm so sorry about this. We'll have to continue another time."
Sophia smiled, trying to hide her disappointment. "No worries, Alex. I understand."
As Sophia left the office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. She had been so close to giving in to her desires, and now it was interrupted.
But as she walked out of the building, Sophia felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Alex.
As Alex's hand touched her shoulder, Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine. But it wasn't entirely from desire. She was still feeling weird about Max, her dream lover.
"Hey, I'm sorry again about what happened," Alex said, his voice low and husky. "But I promise you, Sophia, we will continue this another time."
Sophia turned to face him, her expression uncertain. "I don't know, Alex," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm still trying to process everything."
Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intense. "What's going on, Sophia?" he asked. "You're not still thinking about Max, are you?"
Sophia hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to hurt Alex's feelings, but she couldn't deny the truth.
"I... I don't know," Sophia said finally. "I just feel really confused right now."
Alex's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's okay, Sophia," he said. "We'll take things slow. I just want to be with you, to help you through this."
Sophia felt a pang of guilt, knowing that Alex deserved better than a girl who was still hung up on a dream lover.
"Alex, I..." Sophia began, but he cut her off.
"Don't say anything, Sophia," Alex said. "Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
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Sophia nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alex. She knew she didn't deserve him, but she couldn't help the way she felt.
As they stood there, Sophia's mind began to wander back to Max. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was still out there, watching her, waiting for her.
"Alex, I should go," Sophia said finally, pulling away from him.
Alex nodded, his eyes understanding. "Okay, Sophia. But promise me one thing."
"What's that?" Sophia asked.
"Promise me you'll be careful," Alex said, his voice serious. "I don't know what's going on with you and Max, but I know it's not safe."
Sophia nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She knew Alex was right.
As she walked away from Alex's office, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that she was being pulled in two different directions. Part of her wanted to be with Alex, to explore the feelings she had for him. But another part of her was still drawn to Max, still felt a connection to him that she couldn't explain.
Sophia sighed, feeling frustrated and confused. She didn't know what to do, or who to choose.
But as she walked, Sophia began to feel a strange sensation. It was as if she was being watched, as if Max was still out there, waiting for her.
Sophia spun around, but there was no one there. She shrugged it off as paranoia, but the feeling persisted.
Suddenly, Sophia heard a whisper in her ear. "I'm always with you, Sophia."
Sophia spun around again, but there was no one there. She knew then that she wasn't imagining things. Max was still out there, watching her, waiting for her.
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Sophia's heart was racing as she walked home, the whisper echoing in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that Max was still with her, watching her every move.
As she approached her apartment building, Sophia saw a figure standing in the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized it was Max.
"Max, what are you doing here?" Sophia asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Max stepped forward, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "I told you, Sophia, I'm always with you."
Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine as Max approached her. She knew she should be afraid, but she couldn't help the way she felt.
"Max, I don't understand what's going on," Sophia said, trying to keep her distance.
Max smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You will, Sophia. Soon enough."
And with that, Max reached out and touched Sophia's face, his fingers sending shivers down her spine.
Sophia felt herself getting lost in his eyes, felt herself being pulled into a world she didn't understand.
But as she looked into Max's eyes, Sophia saw something there that gave her pause. A glimmer of sadness, a hint of regret.
"Max, what's wrong?" Sophia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Max's smile faltered, and for a moment, Sophia saw a glimmer of the truth.
"I'm not what you think I am, Sophia," Max said, his voice low and husky. "I'm not just a dream lover. I'm something more."
Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she found herself back in her bed, gasping for air. It was just a dream, she told herself. Max couldn't be in the real world. He was just a product of her subconscious, a dream lover created to fulfill her desires.
But the memory of his touch lingered on her skin, and Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that Max was trying to tell her something. She threw off the covers and got out of bed, determined to uncover the truth about Max and her dreams.
As she went about her day, Sophia couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She saw glimpses of Max out of the corner of her eye, but whenever she turned to look, there was no one there.
It wasn't until she fell asleep that night that Sophia saw Max again. He was waiting for her in her dreams, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Sophia, you have to listen to me," Max said, his voice urgent. "You're in danger. You have to be careful."
Sophia tried to ask him what he meant, but Max just shook his head. "You'll know soon enough," he said. "Just be careful."
And with that, the dream faded, leaving Sophia with more questions than answers.
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Sophia woke up feeling frustrated and confused. She didn't know what to make of Max's warning or why she felt like she was in danger.
As she went about her day, Sophia tried to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside her. She focused on her work and tried to distract herself from thoughts of Max and her dreams.
But the feeling of being watched persisted, and Sophia couldn't shake the sense that something was off.
It wasn't until she received a mysterious message at work that Sophia realized the truth. The message was simple, just two words: "Be careful."
Sophia's heart raced as she wondered who could have sent the message and how they knew about her dreams.
And then, she saw him. Alex. He was standing across the room, his eyes locked on hers.
Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized the truth. Alex knew about her dreams. He knew about Max.
Sophia's eyes narrowed as she approached Alex. "What do you know about my dreams?" she asked, her voice low and even.
Alex smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know that you're being warned," he said. "I know that Max is trying to tell you something."
Sophia's heart skipped a beat. "How do you know about Max?" she demanded.
Alex leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've been researching your dreams," he said. "I think I know what's going on."
Sophia's eyes widened as Alex pulled out a stack of papers from his pocket. "What is this?" she asked.
"It's your dream journal," Alex said. "I've been analyzing your dreams, trying to understand the symbolism."
Sophia felt a surge of fear. "How did you get this?" she asked.
Alex hesitated. "I have my ways," he said. "But trust me, Sophia. I'm trying to help you."
Sophia wasn't sure if she believed Alex, but she knew she had to listen. She had to know what was going on.
"Tell me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex nodded. "I think Max is a manifestation of your subconscious," he said. "I think he's trying to warn you about something."
Sophia's eyes widened as she realized the truth. Max wasn't just a dream lover. He was a warning sign.
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Sophia's mind was racing as she tried to process what Alex was telling her. She thought back to the book she had seen in her dream, the one with the symbol of the dreamcatcher on the cover.
"Wait a minute," Sophia said, her eyes widening. "I saw a book in my dream. It had the same symbol on it as the dreamcatcher."
Alex's eyes lit up with interest. "What book?" he asked.
Sophia described the book to Alex, and his expression grew more and more serious.
"I think I know the book you're talking about," Alex said. "It's an ancient text, one that holds the secrets of the dreamworld."
Sophia's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Alex hesitated. "I think the book is trying to tell you something," he said. "I think it's connected to Max and your dreams."
Sophia's mind was racing. She thought back to the book she had seen on her bed, the one with the symbol of the dreamcatcher.
"Where is the book now?" Sophia asked.
Alex shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "But I think we need to find it."
Sophia nodded. She knew she had to uncover the secrets of the book and the dreamcatcher. She had to know what was going on.
As they left the office, Sophia couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around, but saw nothing.
But then, she saw it. The book. It was sitting on a bench, the symbol of the dreamcatcher gleaming in the sunlight.
Sophia's heart skipped a beat. She knew she had to get the book.
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Sophia approached the bench cautiously, her eyes fixed on the book. As she reached out to touch it, she felt a sudden jolt of electricity.
The book was warm to the touch, and Sophia could feel a strange energy emanating from it. She opened the cover, and the pages crackled with age.
The text was written in a language Sophia couldn't understand, but the illustrations depicted a world she knew all too well. The dreamworld.
As she turned the pages, Sophia saw images of Max, of the dreamcatcher, and of herself. She saw scenes of battles fought and won, of secrets revealed and hidden.
Sophia felt like she was unlocking a part of herself, a part she never knew existed.
Suddenly, the pages began to turn on their own, revealing a message scrawled in the margin.
"Meet me at the old oak tree at midnight," the message read. "Come alone."
Sophia's heart raced as she wondered who could have written the message. Max? Alex? Or someone else entirely?
She knew she had to go to the meeting, no matter the risk.
As she closed the book, Sophia felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
But as she looked up, she saw Alex watching her from across the street. He nodded, as if he knew she had made a decision.
Sophia smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alex. She knew she couldn't do this alone.
Together, they would uncover the secrets of the dreamworld.
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