I finally decided how I wanted to finish this story, and there are still a few chapters to come. I hope you enjoy them.
~Hotsprings
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Chapter 8
Desiree's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright. She tired to see through the night but her eyes were met by nothing but blackness. Her heart hammered in her chest as she desperately felt under her pillow for Gabriel's note. A bead of sweat made its way down the small of her back as she could feel herself starting to hyperventilate. She tried to calm herself by taking a few deep breaths but that seemed to only add to her building hysteria.
Desiree shifted in the bed and tried to make out the shape of the body next to her but couldn't. Cautiously she extended a hand expecting it to eventually touch something other than her sheets. When it didn't, she wasn't sure if she should be happy or alarmed. Slowly she reached for her lamp and flooded her room with light. She shielded her eyes for a second trying to get used to the light. When she could finally see, Desiree scanned her room for signs of someone else.
There was no one in the bed next to her, there were no men's jeans on the floor, there were no socks or shirts. There was nothing that indicated who had just been in her bed. Desiree sat with her back pressed against the headboard and arms folded across her chest. She ran a trembling hand through her hair trying to convince herself that it was all a dream. But which part? The soreness between her legs told her that something had happened, but what?
The sound of her door creaking open interrupted her thoughts.
"What?" Gabriel said as he shut the door behind him. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." Denver let out a relieved sigh.
"Where did you go? I woke up and you weren't here..." Gabriel smiled.
"You missed me already?"
"No," she said with an attitude. "I just had this dream that's all." Desiree waited a couple beats before asking, "At some point you didn't leave me a note did you?"
Gabriel raised his eyebrows as he made his way to the bed. "Would you humor me please," she asked as she watched him lay down beside her.
"No, I didn't leave you a note. I left you alone for like two seconds while I went to the bathroom."
"So that was the only time you left me?"
"Yea," he said with a confused grin. "What's wrong?" Gabriel pulled Desiree to him and wrapped her in his strong embrace.
"I had a dream that you left..." Gabriel kissed the top of her head.
"I'm not goin' anywhere."
Desiree smiled and snuggled into his chest hoping he meant what he said. She closed her eyes relieved that her dream was just that -- a dream. But it seemed even creepier that she had sex with her brother in her head...what did that mean?
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When Desiree woke the next morning, she expected to be alone and she was, and she was also relieved to see that there was no note. She grabbed her clothes and padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom hoping it was emptry so she could take her shower. She lucked out and it was. Desiree could feel the nervousness building as she quickly washed. She couldn't wait to get downstairs and find Gabriel.
Like any girl with the prospect of having a new boyfriend, her mind went wild with scenarios. She could see them walking hand in hand down the street, watching the sunset on the beach - without Amanda interrupting this time. She pictured them laughing and going to parties, celebrating their anniversary over a candle lit dinner. Her imagination was running away from her, and she didn't catch up to it until she heard three sharp raps on the bathroom door.
"You gonna be in there all day?"
Desiree huffed, rinsed off one last time and stepped out of the shower. She pulled on her clothes as she yelled at her brother to stop knocking on the door.
"Don't you have an apartment?" she yelled through the door.
"No hot water," her brother shouted back.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Scott continued to pound on the door testing Desiree's patience, but at the moment, she was looking forward to seeing Gabriel. She smiled because two weeks ago, she would have killed herself for having that thought. Desiree opened the bathroom door with a smile on her face.
"What's gotten into you?"
Desiree smiled and kept walking. She wasn't giving up details that easily.
Desiree bounced down the stairs trying to hide some of the excitement that was threatening to bubble out of her. She landed at the foot of the stairs and scanned the living room. She'd half expected Gabe to be lounging on the couch watching TV trying to pretend like nothing happened. Desiree continued into the kitchen convinced he'd be standing in front of the fridge stuffing his face. Her heart sank when he wasn't.
She stood in the center of the kitchen, her smile gone, thinking that he had to still be somewhere, and he wouldn't just leave her like that. Desiree walked to the front door and glanced out the window just knowing she'd see his truck still parked on the street. She counted the cars twice thinking that even Gabriel couldn't be this cruel. Desiree turned back to the living room feeling deflated and dejected. She hadn't even realized her legs had carried her back up the stairs until she bumped into her brother coming out of the bathroom.
Scott stood in the hallway holding his towel securely around his waist as his still dripping body made small dark circles in the carpet. The smell of his skin toyed with her senses as Desiree stood staring at her brother. Visions from last nights dream came flooding back and she wondered if he looked as good under that towel as he had in her dream. Desiree dragged her eyes from her brother's wet chest and met his gaze as he stood staring back at her.
"What?" he asked looking slightly alarmed. He didn't like the way his sister was looking at him, it was making him uncomfortable.