Hi guys. Here's chapter two of In Your Wildest Dreams. Don't forget to comment, email, and vote. Tell me what I'm doing right, and tell me what I'm doing wrong. Love you guys. **lilmami07**
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"Weird..." Kerina said aloud. "Brant!"
"Yea?" he called out from his bedroom.
"How did I end up on the sofa?" she asked standing in front of the couch, motioning. "I fell asleep at the table I thought," she pondered.
She was so confused. Had she sleepwalked? Brantley slowly exited his room and joined her in the living room. He examined her confused face. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were pursed together in a firm line. Those lips. He smiled.
"Well, you looked very uncomfortable slumped over at the kitchen table like that, Kerr Bear. You could've got a crook in your neck or something. I walked you to the couch. I know I said I wouldn't bother you, but...I couldn't resist," he finished with a wicked grin.
It kind of crept her out and turned her on all at the same time. Those damn dreams. He led her to the couch in her dream too...right before he stripped her of her clothes. Kerina couldn't explain it.
"Kerr, you okay?" he asked interrupting her thoughts.
"Huh? Oh yea. I'm okay. I'm just...I don't know," she sighed.
"You think too much," he laughed. "Let's go somewhere. Hangout or something."
"I can't. I really have to study."
"Take a break. You deserve it. You work that ass of yours off. Come on. Just the two of us. I mean we hardly see each other with our schedules. It should be fun."
Kerina thought about it. She looked up and into his smoky gray eyes and at his tousled brown hair, and smiled. She did need a break. What harm could it do?
"Okay. Where are we going?"
"Great," he said with a loud clap. "Anywhere."
"Well there's this little club downtown I've been dying to go to. Club Ice. Wanna go there?"
"I'm down," he said absentmindedly.
"Good."
"Good. Now get your ass in gear, pretty girl. We have date later on tonight," he said smacking her ass.
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"Ahh shit," Brantley sighed as he rubbed his hands down his face. He had taken a nap... fuck that, he went to sleep, and now it was time to get ready. He dragged himself off his bed and into the bathroom.
"A few drinks with the source of my wet dreams should be fun," Kerina thought as she flat-ironed her dark hair. She figured it would frizz out over time so she put a few pins in it to keep it in place.
"Perfect."
She didn't want to dress up too much, but she'd heard about the place. It was very diverse and played lots of different music and harbored many different people. She decided to be a little rockish. She decided to wear a bright pink tube top and a short tutu skirt she'd fell in love with at the Hot Topic store in the mall. She topped her outfit off with some pink Converse's and earrings. She walked out into the living room and waited for Brantley to finish getting dressed.
His shower was quick and he was heading back to his bedroom in nothing but a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist, when he saw Kerina on the couch.
"You need to get dressed," Kerina teased while looking at him, trying to keep her eyes from wandering lower. He was practically naked.
"I am. I just had to take a shower. You move fast. You weren't there when I went in the bathroom. I should start calling you Edward or something," he joked.
"I'm not a vampire, silly. You just move slowly."
"I move a lot faster than you think, Kerina," he smiled. "I'm like a silent assassin."
"Yea...." Kerina trailed off. "Silent assassin..."
Brantley laughed. "Well, while you think about that, I'm gonna go get dressed. See you in a bit."
He went into his room and to his closet, where he retrieved a pair of jeans off the floor. He picked them up and held them to his nose.
"Smells clean enough," he said, tossing them onto his bed.
"Fuck," he hissed. He only had one shirt hanging up. The rest were in the floor amongst his other dirty clothing. He couldn't wear dirty jeans AND a dirty shirt. That's against the rules. He plucked the gray shirt off its hanger and threw it alongside the jeans.
"Man, I have some laundry to do," he said kicking the soiled clothing back into the closet, and shut the door.
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Kerina danced to the pulsing, electronic beat of the song that pumped through the speakers.
"Your love, your love, your love, is my drug," she sang loudly.
