Touch Me Like You Care

Just then, my bestie texted me, wanting to know if I had scored. I spilled the whole story to her, feeling pretty down, and asked her what I should do then.

[Girl, based on what you told me, I'm pretty sure he's got a thing for you. You just haven't hit the right note yet. Remember that 'battle dress' I sent you? Slip into that and give it another shot. Guys are pretty simple; they think with their other head. I bet he won't be able to keep his calm when he sees you in that!]

The so-called battle dress my bestie was talking about turned out to be a ridiculously skimpy dress, barely covering anything and leaving little to the imagination.

She swore by it, claiming it was her secret weapon that never failed to enchant the guys she dated. She even bragged that her boyfriend could last seven rounds in a single night whenever she wore it.

As soon as she found out about my crush on Henry, she did not waste a second and got me one just like hers.

The dress felt a bit too bold and wild for my taste, but I was willing to step out of my comfort zone for Henry.

It was too late to try anything tonight, though. Henry was probably fast asleep. I would have to wait until tomorrow.

In the midst of a dreamy haze, I half-opened my eyes. There was Henry, right by my bed, gently stroking my cheek. His touch sent my head spinning, igniting a fire within me.

As his fingers brushed past my lips, I could not resist and took them into my mouth.

To my surprise, Henry did not pull away. Instead, he gazed down at me with a look of pure adoration. "You like that?"

I blushed and nodded shyly.

"There's more where that came from. Want to give it a try?" Henry teased with a wicked grin, arching an eyebrow.

My heart skipped a beat. Was he talking about... that?

Had he not been hesitant before? What made him change his mind?

I asked him, my voice laced with uncertainty.

Henry just chuckled softly. "Silly girl, you're too adorable. How could I ever resist you? I just needed some time to figure things out. Now that I have, let me show you how much I care, okay?"

Tears of joy blurred my vision as I nodded, lost in his eyes.

With my silent agreement, Henry leaned in, and the world around us faded away...

"Henry, Henry..."

I snapped awake, and to my relief, it was just a dream. However, not just any dream—it was one of those dreams I would never speak of, not even if my life depended on it.

I chewed on my lip, feeling a mix of shame and awkwardness. My night clothes were drenched in sweat, sticking to my skin in the most uncomfortable way. Beneath me... was a mess, like a puddle of mud.

I buried my face in my blanket, mortified. Thank goodness Henry had not noticed.

If he had, I would never live it down.

I stripped off my clothes, determined to wash my underwear without Henry finding out. It was the middle of the night, and after that dream, I felt like I was burning up.

So, there I was, sneaking off to the bathroom in my birthday suit to wash my undies.

I tiptoed through the dark living room, a naughty thrill tingling through me at the thought of getting caught.

If the lights suddenly came on and Henry found me standing there completely naked, it would definitely be a huge shock.

However, no, that would be too much. I would probably scream my head off.

I slipped into the bathroom without turning on the light, but as I reached for the faucet, the door flew open.

I had thought Henry was asleep and had not bothered to lock the door.

Our eyes met, and I could not hold back a shriek, grabbing a towel to cover up in a frantic rush. In the chaos, my underwear hit the floor.

Henry picked them up, eyeing the telltale stain. My cheeks flamed as I snatched them back.

Busted.

However, Henry just chuckled and gave my head a gentle pat. "Silly girl, it happens to everyone. Even me."

I blurted out, "You have those embarrassing dreams too?"

The moment the words left my lips, I realized I had just spilled my own beans.