Next-Door Incubus by Destiny Diess

Author:Destiny Diess [Diess, Destiny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-09T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Eros sat on my bed, hands posted on the pillows behind him, staring right at me with his demonic black eyes. I crawled over, knelt in front of him, and brushed my fingers against one of his curved horns. He sighed and pushed his head against my hand.

I gripped it—its ridged texture tickling my palm—then brushed my fingers down the side of his face. He cupped my head in his hands and gazed into my eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.

My brows furrowed together. “For what?”

He breathed deeply, taking my hands in his. For a moment, there was so much uncertainty in his eyes. “For kicking you out yesterday.”

“It’s okay. You were sick,” I said like I was actually talking to him.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You-you weren’t?”

He paused and gazed down at our hands. His ring was pressed against my skin and looked as if it was glowing against it. When he gazed back at me, his eyes were still black. They were so big, so beautiful, so breathtaking.

“I couldn’t let you see me,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I couldn’t let you see me,” he said again.

I still didn’t understand. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what you mean.” I had seen him almost every day since that Sunday morning when he caught me dancing around my apartment in only my panties.

He placed my hands on his face and moved them across his skin, then to the horns on his head again. His eyes fluttered close in pure bliss as I trailed my fingers up them. “This me,” he whispered. His voice sounded so vulnerable.

This him. The him in my dreams? I shook my head. The him in my dreams wasn’t the real him—even though a part of me fantasized about it.

I trailed my fingers back down his face and grasped it gently. He reopened his eyes, and I drank in their darkness. Then, I pressed my lips to his.

This him or the real him; it didn’t matter.

I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.

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I opened my eyes, a feeling of sadness washing over me. Eros was gone faster than I wanted him to be. Hell, I wished that I could stay in dreamland forever and just be with him—the him in my dreams.

Maria had the Christmas music playing again throughout the house. Outside, snow was falling. I rolled onto my stomach and grabbed my phone. I was going to find out what these dreams really meant.

They probably meant nothing. I was probably just thinking too much about him. But there was no harm in trying. So I searched again: Meaning of dreams.

Articles about dream interpretations from Freud and Jung popped up. I skimmed through some of them, but they all said the same thing, had the same predictions, gave me same useless information.

I narrowed my search. Meaning of dreams with same person.

The first website that came up said that I shouldn’t take dreaming of the same person too personally, that I wasn’t dreaming of them because I was obsessed, that my dreams only revealed the feelings and emotions that were most prevalent in my life right now.

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