Chapter 4

Before I knew it, my hands went to my neck down to my breasts. Those were the places he touched and kissed in my dream. When I felt a sweat building on my forehead, I opened my eyes and stopped reminiscing.

Jeez. The novel that I’m currently working on must have influenced my dream since it was my first time trying a gothic genre because my Editor requested me to write something out of the box.

And this was what happened.

“You should finish your novel as soon as possible, Brianna,” I whispered to myself. “You are now at your wit’s end because of what you’re writing.”

But no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it was nothing but a dream, my body was still reacting towards the stranger until now. I didn’t want to admit it but there was a part of me that was hoping that the dream was real. But I changed my mind when I remembered how edgy I became when he suddenly appeared in the bath room. Well, that was scary.

But his touch and kisses… were far from being scary. I shook my head. Hopefully, I could dream about him again because he distracted me from all of my worries. And he also distracted my body. That was the disadvantage of that dream. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was almost one in the morning.

Even if it was still early, I stood up and removed my negligee and underwear. I needed to shower to take away this sudden heat that I felt, all thanks to that dream. I was naked and didn’t try wrapping a towel around my body anymore since I was the only one in my room. I walked towards the bath room and didn’t try closing the door.

But after a while, I felt a soft wind around the bath room. The hairs from my nape and my arms rose as my forehead wrinkled. This was exactly what happened in my dream. Now fully alert, I pulled out the towel from the rack and wrapped my body with it before coming out of the bath room.

The lights in my room were turned off except for the lampshade. The curtains caught my attention when I saw them moved. As it turned out, the windows were open. But I remembered closing them before sleeping a few hours ago. I walked towards the windows and peeked outside. There was no single soul that could be seen out there.

I shrugged. Maybe I really didn’t close the windows last night? I just thought I did.

I closed the windows before returning to the bath room. Despite that, I still couldn’t erase the idea that someone was watching me at the moment.

I took a rough breath before turning on the shower knob. “I’m going crazy. I really have to finish my novel quickly,” I said in a loud voice as I felt the cold water falling on my body. I shivered. “Ah, damn that dream!”

Damn that creepy… but sexy dream.