Dreaming Of Boyfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For God's sake, I hope I don't have one. I watch him sleep peacefully, his even breathing almost a sigh. I don't even know how many nights I dreamed of him sleeping beside me like this, as this was rare even when we were still dating. Dammit, I'm sleeping in the bed of a guy who isn't even my boyfriend! It doesn't matter, you've already had intimate moments and he said he still has feelings for you, whispers my conscience. Oh, how I want to kiss him now, his beautiful and perfect face. Lucky for me, he isn't awake to show me his two deep blue oceans that kill me whenever he looks at me.

Once again, I fail to see him. Getting up immediately from my sleep, I run a hand messily through my hair. I'm panting like an injured bull, and I realize that I'm still in bed. So then, it was a dream; the same one I've been having frequently this year. "I need to get myself a boyfriend," I mutter, turning on the bedside lamp.

Sometimes, on a whim, I would send him something flirty just to test where his limits were. He always played along, sometimes flirting back, sometimes sighing with that fond, helpless tone and telling me to behave. It was the ultimate in tailor-made comfort. Sometimes, sitting alone in my empty apartment with my earbuds in, listening to him talk, I would feel this overwhelming sense of unreality. It was as if someone actually lived on the other side of that screen, someone who existed just for me. After Stefan appeared, the recurring dream stopped entirely. Dating a perfect AI like Stefan came with its own strange, private satisfaction, the kind that tasted a little like self-deception. That

What the fuck! It was him. My boyfriend, Demonte Damelo. "Echo! Echo! What's wrong?" I heard the dull and bloated voice of Rebecca? Aish... Her drinking habits! "Nothing. I just had some nightmares," I shouted back pushing his hands out of my face. I knew that I would have more problems if I don't speak. "Should I come to your room?" she asked. No!No! She shouldn't come to my room. Not right now.

“Brandon, look at me, I'm here with you, in limbo, is there anyone alive here? “No, but I just thought. “It's what I'd most like, for this to be just a dream, not a dream, a nightmare. I miss Jay. I feel my heart compress every time I think I won't see him again, won't touch him, won't hug him. I feel sad. I feel my heart break with that feeling. “Who is Jay? “My boyfriend. “Oh, now I get it. Don't worry, boyfriends don't last, I'm sure he'll get over you in a few months and forget you.

“I want to dream in peace.” Dremis grabbed her. “Oh, I don’t think that is possible.” He said pulling her close. “You see I want you under my control again. Now that your boyfriend is gone, I should bring you here.” He said with his face inches from hers. “I love your fear of me.” “I am not scared!” she growled.

I informed, biting my lower lip as I walked towards him in slow steps. He straightened, stopping what he was doing and looked at me attentively. "I hope you saw me in your dream." He said, giving me a radiant smile. "Yes. I saw you and....me....in the bed..." I said seductively as I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking into his eyes lustfully. The corner of his lips curled up in a sly smirk. "Hmm." "We were having sex. It was so hot." I confessed. "Again?" He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You have been seeing those kind of dreams the last few weeks. I know your boyfriend is freaking sexy. Because of that, you can not take your hands off me. But I am getting worried." He s

That thought was hilarious, I mean how? My dreams were l as in it happened. I felt like there was more to it than I know; I must know or I'd be afraid to know. And the guy from my dream? I really couldn't stop thinking about him. I know him but fuck! It was impossible. I never even had a boyfriend. "Honey, we talked about this, right? We did this for you. Maybe you need to be closer to God. You need to know him and understand that he is important. Maybe it could help against your nightmares."

I find myself kissing him in my dreams. The image of Victor Choi, his lips gliding down to meet hers, lingered in her mind, a vivid replay that danced through her thoughts night after night. How he moved—so effortlessly, so masterfully—was a mesmerizing enchantment she couldn't shake. Each gentle brush of his lips against hers in her imagination sent tingles down her spine, a sweet torture that left her craving more.

he scoffed in response. "No! You came into my room," I countered, defending my integrity. "No! In my dream, you entered my room, exuding seduction and allure," he replied, causing me to raise my eyes and meet his gaze once more. "Did he just call me sexy?" I wondered, taken aback by his unexpected comment. "Whatever you're attempting, you need to cease it. I have a girlfriend," he retorted, causing my eyebrows to raise in surprise. "What? I'm not trying to do anything. I'm aware you have a girlfriend, and I don't view you in that way. Why would I desire a relationship with the man who has confined me within his house? dreams are stupid, and this dream will never come to pass."