Rm w/a Vu(47)
Greyston laughs, and I have to admit I miss the sound already. “Well, I’m glad you ladies are having a good night…” Greyston is distracted by something, and then I hear Toby’s voice in the background. “Hey, Juliette?”
“Yeah?”
“Toby just showed up. We’re going to go and grab a bite to eat. I’ll give you a call tomorrow?” he offers.
It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to hear he’s going to call again. Deep down, I know he’s not saying it for the reasons I want him to. I’m taking care of his house for him; he just wants to make sure everything is going okay.
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later. You boys have fun tonight,” I instruct before hanging up and rejoining Daphne.
We relax in the pool for another thirty minutes before we head inside and change into our pajamas. We both have assignments for separate classes to work on, so we hit the books. By midnight, we’re both exhausted and climb under my blankets together with the intention to talk until one or both of us passes out.
The next two days go by much slower than I’d like. School seems to drag on, and work is a bit of a bore, being mid-week. Of course, then I return home alone to a big empty house, where I cook myself dinner and watch an hour or two of TV before retiring to my room and doing homework.
The only part of my day that I really look forward to is around seven-thirty at night when Greyston calls to check in. By Thursday, Greyston assures me that he’s signed Xander and that he’ll return on Friday as scheduled.
After hanging up with Greyston, my phone rings again. This time, it’s Erik. He apologizes for not calling earlier, citing school assignments as his reason, which I totally understand. He confirms our plans for Friday night, and I tell him that everything still sounds great before giving him my address.
There are a couple of things for me to look forward to on Friday when I wake up; the first being Greyston’s return home around six, and then the chance to go out and have a little fun with my peers. My excitement leads to my inability to get a good night’s sleep on Thursday, and I have to rely on a lot of coffee to get me through the day.
Thankfully, I only have a couple of classes and am home just after two. The minute I curl up on the couch in front of an afternoon talk show, my eyes begin to droop, and I fall asleep.
The dreams I have are bright and cheerful. Familiar blue eyes are a prominent part of those dreams, and it seems as though we’re more than just friends in this particular sequence.
We’re lying in my bed, our legs intertwined and most of our clothes still on. His lips are on mine, soft at first, but soon grow hungry with need as his hands grasp at my body, wanting more, yet never pushing for it. My entire body warms as his lips begin to explore my neck, and my fingers thread themselves into the soft hairs on the back of his head to hold him in place against the hollow of my throat.
“Juliette,” he whispers, his breath sending a cool tickle over the skin he’s just kissed. His lips leave my neck, and he looks directly into my eyes, bringing his right hand up to softly stroke my cheek. “Juliette.”
Something about his innocent touch feels different from all the rest in my dream, and his voice seems a little more hesitant. I try not to think about those things, pulling his face back to mine. Our lips barely touch before he speaks again. “Juliette, I’m home.”
My eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring across the low coffee table at the TV, my brain still muddled with the fog of sleep. As I continue to breach the barrier into consciousness, I realize it’s six-fifteen, and the talk show I was watching before passing out is no longer on. I’m momentarily confused. Parts of my dream still linger, but it’s all fading quickly—as dreams often do. I run my fingers through my hair and turn my head toward the ceiling. My heart leaps into my throat when I notice I’m not alone.
“Holy crap!” I cry out, slapping my hand to my chest in an attempt to keep my heart from breaking through.
Greyston takes a small step back from his spot behind the couch and offers me an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” he says quietly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Good dream?”
Ignoring his question, I sit up, my heart calming more and more with each passing second. “No, it’s okay.” Greyston moves around the sofa and sits next to me. “How was your flight?”
“Thankfully short. I couldn’t wait to be home. I just hope that my next trip isn’t for quite some time.” With a content sigh, Greyston relaxes back onto the couch and rests his head. “So, what do you want to do tonight? Order in? We could go out if you wanted to get out of the house?”