Page 14 of If We Were Young

“Ready, Ronnie?” He lifted my leg and drove himself closer. The one thing I’d always needed hovered just at the tip of my touch.

“I don’t know who you are.” My hands slipped against his skin.

Chuckling low he dotted kisses across my collarbone. “Does it matter?”

With my eyes closed I fell back, falling, flying, clawing onto him.

I reached blindly for his face trying to pull him closer.

“Imagine what it would be like when we are awake.”

“What?”

I blinked at the stranger in front of me. He’d moved. He stood in the corner of a lift, his gaze on the floor.

“Look at me.” He didn’t hear me though. My insides ached as the doors shut.

“Fuck.”

I woke and thrashed against the duvet. Jesus. My body scrambled back down from the point of orgasm.

Okay that was a new development in dream land.

Very, very new.

With a groan, I reached for my phone to check the time. So I hadn’t done what Ange had suggested at all. I hadn’t forgotten Matthew Carling and left him behind. No. I’d X-rated him and brought him bang up to date in a sexed-up version of my teenage fantasy.

Fuck.

* * *

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Monday morning, I slipped down the stairs and charged into the kitchen, banging my portfolio and laptop bags with me. They thudded on every step.

“I’m bloody late.”

Ma put down the paper and adjusted her glasses. Hannah slumped at the table; Godzilla eating chocolate pillows. “Isn’t today the big presentation?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Hannah, please, are you ready?” I started to pull on her chair. “If you want a lift, you need to come now.”

My blouse clung to my stomach and under my arms. Whether my roll-on deodorant would survive the meeting, I didn’t know. I could only wonder why I didn’t roll it on my stomach too. And the tops of my thighs. My thighs were sweating as they clung onto my dream. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion…? My dreams had never been so shady before. Shaking my head, I tried to force it out of my mind. “How do I look?” I asked them both.

Ma glanced me over. “Hot, darling,” I preened for one whole second. “It’s only March. Have you thought of re-joining the gym?”

“The gym can’t help me grow seven inches, Ma. And no, I don’t have time for that.”

“You’d have plenty of time if you weren’t Facebooking or whatever it’s called.”

Aha! I knew she’d been looking over my shoulder the previous night. I shot her a glare, catching Hannah smirking. “Right, listen. I cannot under any circumstances get called to the school today. Okay? I mean, no days would be better,” I amended, “but definitely not today.”

Hannah regarded my concise and to the point parenting with an eye roll and a slurp of chocolatey milk. “And I really have to go now, so you come now and get a lift, or can I trust you to make your own way there?”

Her eyes brightened. “I can get there.”

“Hannah! You have to text me as soon as you get through the gates.”

“Can’t use my phone from inside school.”