Nocturnal Adventure

“Did you enjoy your adventure?” Cadmus had texted her, but was now asking her in a dream.

Cleo nodded because what else was she supposed to do? He searched her face in that way he did like he could see her truth—or not.

“It was not an adventure, he was nice to me and it was nice with him.”

She looked down to avoid looking in his eyes, and he lifted her chin up to look into them.

“Nicer than with me?”

“Different Cad,” his nickname lingered on her tongue as a double entendre. “Why are you doing this? Why are you asking me about him when you—“

He kissed her, hard. His tongue would have slammed into hers if tongues were heavier, and she embraced him, hungry for his kiss and the feel of him close to her body.

She thought she was over him, but as soon as he kissed her she realized she was not. She still wanted him, and she clung to him desperately. That core deep inside her screamed for him to get there.

When she rolled over onto her stomach and woke up alone, Cleo clawed at the sheets wet with her tears and an orgasm that left her gasping.

The dream had been too real, it had been a nocturnal adventure that she had had since Cadmus had been so interested in the dream, and as soon as she looked at her phone she saw that he had texted her. Panting and swallowing, she looked at her glowing handheld device like an oracle to explain everything. 

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