Page 1 of Sweet Dreams

Herside of the bed is still warm as I slide further under the covers, breathing in her scent. I’ll never get tired of this; there’s only one thing that will make it better; having her here with me. But I can’t rush these things. It has to be perfect. No matter how often those thoughts have been running through my mind, they must be planned perfectly.

She has always been mine.

As I gently slide my hand into my pants, I can feel the arousal building within me. The image of her peacefully sleeping in her silk nightgown from last night plays in my mind.

It moved with her body, like how I imagined my hands would slide against her hips. I pump my hand faster, squeezing the tip wanting nothing more than it being her pussy. One day, I’ll have her screaming my name as I fuck her without remorse. She’s been teasing me for too long, and if I don’t get a taste soon, I’ll steal it when she’s sleeping.

My stomach muscles clench, and I release myself. I can’t come yet. I need the warm embrace of that pussy.

I roll out of her bed and slide out the window into the nightlike a ghost.

My feet barely hit the cement, and the crisp fall air hits my soul. If anyone tells you Fall isn’t the perfect season, they are wrong, and you shouldn’t be friends with them. There is no place for negativity. The walk to The Dancing Goat Bookshop is only a few blocks from my house. I was lucky enough to have found the perfect location for the shop. Being in a small town also has its benefits; everything is close no matter where you live.

The downfall of living in a small town. The rumour mill is strong. No one can stay out of anyone’s business, and unfortunately, that includes my own business. There will be messages on my phone aboutthe latest affair or who moved into the abandoned house before I lock up the shop—every day.

The town gossiper is our leading lady, Elma. I try my hardest not to open up when she visits daily, but she has a way with words and the next thing you know. Your business is being spread around like a fast-growing STD. The words of Elma are hotter than the morning paper.

I adjust my bag; I might have a problem ordering items to the house that are meant for the shop, but when you're up late at night and find something bookish, you can’t help but buy it. The house is filled with books waiting to be brought to the shop. There are only a few more blocks to go, and I guarantee Elma will be waiting for me to unlock the shop with her morning gossip.

The Dancing Goat Bookshop is nestled between a closed record shop and a trendy clothing boutique on Main Street. It’s a peaceful location, ideal for relaxing and reading before purchasing. I round the last corner and spot Elma already there, waiting patiently. She glances up, and a warm smile lights up her face.

Here we go.

“Teagan honey, how are you? I’ve been waiting for what seems to be hours. Is everything alright?”

I fish the keys out of my bag, and as I stick them in the lock, I hear Elma inhale deeply. I swing around in a panic. “What’s wrong?”

“Him, honey.”

I shift my eyes around the street and roll them. “It’s Silas, Elma. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Something is off with that man.”

“Maybe something is off with your spidey senses. And don’t start a rumour just because you don’t like him.” I finish unlocking the door and hold it open for her. The sooner she’s inside, the better it is for everyone.

I take one more glance at Silas, his inky black hair tamed by his baseball hat, and his piercing green eyes stare back at me. Even from across the street, I can see his full lips twitch into a smirk. Silas has been a mystery since he moved to Holden a few months ago, hence why Elma has her panties in a wad over him. He’ll come into the shop once Elma leaves but never sticks around long enough to start a conversation.

The bell above the door rings, and I can practically hear Elma squirming. Note to self: get a cat to talk to so I don’t turn out like her.

“I swear, Teagan. You are too nice for your own good. One day, it’ll get you into trouble.”

“Elma, being nice doesn’t mean anything. Have you ever tried it?” I flick on the lights, lighting up the shop.

Her nose crinkles, and she blinks slowly. “Teagan, if I didn’t know your mother, I swear you were being rude.”

I shrug, making my way to the back office. The other downfall of a small town is that everyone knows everyone.

“Teagan. I have news. Don’t you want to hear about it?”

Her heels click along the tiled floor; it’s a little after nine, and she’s already drained me. I swear she must’ve been a vampire in her past life because she is sucking the life out of me.

“Elma, I honestly don’t have time for your morning gossip. I have a delivery arriving soon, a Mom and Tot program starting in an hour that I desperately need to set up for. I can’t chit-chat.” I drop my bag onto the office chair, avoiding the mess on my desk for the tenth time this week.

“It won’t take long.”

Why can’t people listen to me when I talk? I try to be forceful, but they still never listen. “Go ahead, Elma,” I tell her, evading her eyes.

“Wonderful.” She claps herhands.

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