WET DESIRE

ALMOND~~

The library was quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the occasional creak of someone shifting in their chair. My head was propped up on my hand, my eyelids heavy as I tried to focus on the dense text in front of me. The words blurred together, and I found myself drifting, the warmth of the room lulling me into a half-asleep state.

My mind wandered, slipping into a dream that felt far too vivid. I could feel the soft sheets beneath me, the cool air against my skin, and him. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating even in my subconscious. His hands moved with purpose, teasing...