Fifteen: Awakening Desires

Emma jolted awake, heart pounding. The dream had been so vivid - Mark's hands roaming her body, his lips on her skin. She shuddered at the memory.

"What's wrong with you?" James' gruff voice made her jump.

He glared at her from across the bed, eyes narrowed in the dim light. Emma felt heat rush to her cheeks.

"N-nothing. Just a dream, I will be fine," she stammered.

"it would have been better if you kept that in your dream but your moaning woke me up," James snapped. "Keep it down, will you? I need to sleep here."

Emma wanted to sink through the mattress. Had she been moaning out loud? How utterly mortifying. Her cheeks burned.

"Sorry," she mumbled, staring at the sheets.

James grunted and turned away, leaving Emma flustered and embarrassed. She'd only been dreaming of her ex-lover Mark. Was that so wrong? James acted like she'd committed a crime.

As James' breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, Emma couldn't relax. Her body still tingled from the vivid dream, her skin feeling feverish