His lips were on mine, devouring them slowly like he wanted to taste every inch of me, like he couldn't get enough of me. Never in my life has someone kissed me like that. It is hard to explain the feeling; it’s like he can’t get enough of me. His life depends on how long he will kiss me. He kisses me hotter and more passionately, placing his hands on my breasts, then my waist, and slowly moving to my legs. I moan . I feel like I can’t live without his soft touches and lips. His lips are incredibly kissable and delicious. I don’t know who he is, but I need him to kiss me harder and finally fuck me because I can’t get enough of it. I need more right here and right now.

Suddenly, the realization hits me. I don’t know who the guy is kissing me because there is no guy kissing me. I am having a freaking sex dream about Aiden. Oh God, now that I am recalling my dream, I am totally sure that I was dreaming about a certain blond-haired man who confessed his feelings to me, aka the man I am supposed to marry.

Normally, I wake up from nightmares that have haunted me my entire life, but I am never in a position to rub my thighs together because I am wet for him. Isn't it strange to express your deepest desires in that manner? Our brains instinctively project our desires, but we've never had the bravery to reveal them. I need to see my therapist and speak with her. With these ideas, I get out of bed and look for my phone to call Linda, my therapist.

Aiden's name appears on my screen, then his texts.

Good morning, Sleepyhead. Since you did not return my calls, I believe you are sleeping or avoiding me following our previous encounter. I meant it when I said I loved you, Lis. I will not put any pressure on you, but I am confident that you will see why being with me is beneficial. As I promised you today, we'll be going to the Aloha Club for our first cooking session. There is no dress code, however I would appreciate it if you choose to wear your red dress and apply red lipstick. Contact me as soon as you receive my message.

Woha Aiden Miller just texted me that he loves me. Maybe I am still dreaming. Another name flushes my screen, unknown. Nope, I am not sleeping.

"Is it your habit to call me and ruin my mood every day?" I was very annoyed. He threatens to murder me, but one day, I will be the one to kill him.

"I'm guessing you had amazing dreams because you were moaning. I should call you and bring you back into reality, my love."

"Stop! Stop telling me that.You are not him. The person I knew died after that day"

Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Why should everything be like that? I should have died after that day. The life I am living is an endless circle of suffering, and I need to stop this madness. I deserve to be happy, I deserve to be loved, and I deserve to be a mom and raise kids. This is a mantra that I usually remind myself; following his calls, my therapist advised me to repeat it to myself whenever I feel down. It is helping, though. No, I really need to see Linda.

"Hello, Linda. Are you free? I absolutely need to talk with you."

"Allison, darling.I was frightened that you had canceled our last session. I saw the news. Are you OK?"

"Not really. I need to talk to you."

"I am free right now; you can come here."

"Okay, I'll be here soon."

I hung up the phone, satisfied with my decision to pick an apartment close to Linda's workplace, ensuring I could reach her promptly if needed.

“So in three days you end your engagement with Rob, decided to marry Aiden for your protection, get assaulted by Rob, the unknown is back, and you had an entertaining dream with your soon-to-be husband, am I right? Didn’t I skip anything?” For the past half an hour, I have been telling Linda about everything that has happened in my life, and she is kind of shocked, judging by her stunned expression.

Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author's preferred platform and support their work!

"Nope, you don't, Linda, that is all the events." I love my sessions with Lydia. After changing 5 therapists, I finally found the one who is so easy to open up to and talk about things that I am really worried about.Without worrying that I will end up in a mental hospital again. She does make sure that it is a safe space, and I can totally trust her.

“You mentioned that having this kind of dream never happened in your life before, even when you were with Rob. How do you feel about that?” She asked calmly.

"Well, that was intriguing, and I can't say that I didn’t want it to be real. It felt so right to kiss him and let him touch you, you know. Maybe it is just a dream, a safe space. That’s why I wanted this closeness, but I never felt the need to be with someone like that, even with Rob.” I might go through a lot of shit, but sex talks still make my cheeks heat, maybe because of the lack of mother and daughter talks about sex and other stuff.

"Allison, darling, we have known each other for two years, and this is the first time you talk about sex with desire. Do you remember the first time you were intimate with Rob? All you said was that it was hurtful and not worth trying. Even after being intimate with him for a few years, it didn’t change much. I suppose your body finally found someone you can trust. Aiden showed you his true intentions—that he will protect you and that he loves you. He is not afraid of admitting his feelings for you, but at the same time, he makes sure you are comfortable when he is with you. You flinch every time someone touches you and has panic attacks.The fact that he was calming your anxiety and panic attacks by hugging you means a lot. It will take you time to understand what your body has already understood—that he is safe for you and won’t harm you mentally or physically. Think about it, Allison.”

When we ended our session, I couldn’t seem to get over her words that he was safe for me and wouldn’t harm me mentally or physically, and my body had already understood that. Is it that easy to trust someone? Or is it because of that someone is meant for you and your body already understands that?

Aiden’s name flushes on my screen.I pick the phone up. “Darling I know I said I would give you some time to think, but you ignoring me for the last five hours is breaking my heart.”

“I am sorry, I forgot Aiden. I read your text, and I would actually love to go there. I want us to get to know each other closer.” I said shyly. Why am I even blushing? It’s not like he knows about certain things.

He chunkles, “Is that why you are blushing, Allison?”

“I what?” I turned around just to see Aiden in his gray suit, leaning in his porsche, waiting for me with the bouquet of pink peonies, my favorite flowers.

“Aiden, I didn't know you were here. What are you doing here?”

“Since you are ignoring my calls, I decided to visit you and see what’s so important that you can’t text me back. You know, I was jealous thinking that you were with another guy. I was planning murder in my mind.”

Now I was the one laughing. Is he serious? I slowly start liking Aiden’s jealousy and possessiveness. “You can’t be serious, Aiden. I was meeting with my therapist. We had a lot to discuss, you know.”

“I know I was just worried about you. After the news about our wedding, the journalists and the paparazzi will haunt us to get more information." And then he suddenly kisses my forehead with his soft lips and hugs me. He placed his head on my shoulder and smelled my hair. The gesture is so sweet and intimate that I am melting in his arms and hugging him back.

“I love your flowery scent. It smells like home." I thanked him, feeling my cheeks heat. “Let’s go home and get you dressed.”

We are in my apartment now, and Aiden, after endless begging about choosing my outfit for our first official date, is choosing my outfit. To my surprise, he didn’t mention his earlier text about me wearing red lipstick and a red dress; he ended up with a cute, small flowery dress above my knees and Chanel flats.

"So, what do you think?” I asked nervously because, for some reason, I wanted to look great for him. He was silent for a few seconds, then he finally opened his month and then closed again.

“I am not sure I want us to go to the Aloha club anymore. You look so stunning, it hurts. Only if you could see yourself the way I see it.” Well, that was short of unexpected.

“I suppose you like it.”

“Nope”

“Nope?” I said. I was confused.

“I didn’t just like it; I love it so much, Lis. You are amazing,” he said, smiling. With his British accent and these cute dimples, my heart is beating so fast. And then he just lifted me into the air and spun me around like I weighed nothing.

“Allison Young I can’t wait for you to become Allison Miller and spend the rest of my life with you." With these words, he put me down and started looking at my face with those big, mesmerizing green eyes. He looked lower at my lips, like it’s the most delicious thing he wanted to taste. For the first time in my life, I decided to trust my gut instinct and lean to kiss him. He holds me tighter and brings me closer as I slowly observe his lips. He was waiting for me to observe his lips and let me take control.

"Fuck, baby, you can’t imagine how long I waited for this." Then he leans closer and starts devouring my lips like he did in my dream. Kissing me at first slowly and then faster, harsher kissing my neck and making me moan. I don’t want this to end. He comes back to my lips, kissing them again, adding his skillful tongue. I don’t know how he is doing this, but this is amazing.

“What the fuck are you two doing right now?" The realization hits me. We stopped kissing to see who interrupted us to see Rob standing in the middle of the living room with his hands crossed, looking at us with furious expression.