My biggest mistake

Charlie's pov

I've always been one to have vivid dreams. 

But I've never thought much of it until that night.

My dream, while leaving me completely breathless and wanting more was incredibly wrong. 

On so many different levels.

I shouldn't be thinking of David in this way, let alone wanting him this way.

But now? 

I couldn't stop the onslaught of emotions that ran through my body just whenever someone mentioned his name. 

I couldn't wait for someone to bring him up just so I could hear something, anything about him without bringing it up myself.

I need help, needed to stop this before my obsession became to much.

So I did the only sensible, right thing someone in my situation could do. I turned to my husband, the man who I'm supposed to love with my entire heart and tried seducing him at every turn.

Giving Alex all of my attention wasn't difficult, I still loved him more than life itself. I just needed to get this dream out of my head, and the best way to distract myself from these thoughts parading around in my mind?

Mind blowing sex with my husband, right?

Wrong. Every time Alex and I were together the only person I could think of was David.

How could I think this about the one person that was suppose to be his best friend, his family?

Yes, his family.

I had some stupid fucking sex dream about my husbands cousin, who's also his best friend.

And now I couldn't get the man out of my head, the late nights we all spent together. The laughs.  I was going over ever single moment I've ever spent with David, just trying to see if there was something actually there. 

What the hell is wrong with me?