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a
rapid pace. I pull off his shirt and explore his lean toned chest.
Damn, he must work out. He’s got a nicer body than Brady and he
plays football. I chide myself for ruining my moment. I mumble
against his lips “Take me Lucas. All of me.” He stops kissing me
and looks at me seriously.
     
    His image slowly fades out, as I open my
eyes. I’m drenched in sweat. Oh my God. I look around my room and
suddenly realize…it was just a dream.
     

Chapter 7
     
    I sit up, looking around
my dark room, tears stinging my eyes. I get out of bed and head out
into the kitchen for a drink of water. That was some wild dream I think to
myself. I open the fridge for a snack when I hear footsteps coming
toward me.
     
    “ Abby? You awake honey?”
She takes one look at me over the door to the fridge and gasps. “Oh
my goodness sweetie, are you okay? You look affright.” She has no
idea. I debate on whether I should tell her about my very explicit
and sensual dream of Lucas. But, the look on her face, tells me I
don’t have a choice. I shut the door and sit down at our round
wooden kitchen table. She pulls out a chair and sits down also,
never taking her eyes off me. “Are you gonna start or do I have to
pry?” I shake my head and swallow.
    “ Lucas came over this
afternoon.”
    “ Okay…” She drags out the
word, pressing me on.
    “ He came over to talk to
me. He apologized for his behavior and the fact that he didn’t
think about my feelings and how their being together would affect
me. He said he missed me and wanted his best friend back. We hugged
and he asked me if I wanted to go down by the river like we used to
do before things got so complicated between us. You know, and skip
rocks. I wanted to but I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet. So I
told him I had homework to do instead. So he left. I called Brooke
and told her everything; she gave me advice then had to go. I lay
my phone down and the next thing I know, I’m making out with Lucas
in my bed almost going all the way….” She gives me a skeptical
look, eyes wide. I think she’s thinking the wrong thing
here.
    “ Mom, it was a dream. I
woke up drenched in sweat. I had a sex dream, or it may as well
have been. I told him I wanted him and to take all of
me.”
    “ Wow, I..I mean. I’m not
surprised yet I’m shocked at the same time. Does that make any
sense?” She stands up looking out into nothing, hand over her
forehead. I can’t tell if she’s mad or thrilled at the idea. Surely
that’s not the case, though my mother and I were always open with
each other about everything. I knew I could tell her my biggest
secret and she wouldn’t tell anyone. Even now, sitting here waiting
for her to say something I still feel good about telling her. I
mean geez, the dream felt so real. I thought it was actually
happening. Should have known it was only a dream. Maybe he doesn’t
feel that way. A part of me is relieved that it was only a dream,
yet another part, which I am inclined to say is more dominant, is
disappointed at the prospect.
    I close my eyes, remembering every detail of
that dream as a tear escapes my right eye. My mother stops pacing
and I hear her sigh, she comes over to wrap her strong arms around
me and rests her head upon mine, massaging my arm with her thumb.
We stay like that for a few minutes, quiet. It’s a comfortable
silence and I breathe in her lilac perfume.
    “ Listen, I told you it
wasn’t going to last between Lucas and Sarah. But I do have a
question. When did he come in? I never saw him or heard the door.”
I break our embrace and look at her, wiping my face. “He came to my
window. We hung outside, or actually we sat on my window sill. He
didn’t want to disturb anyone or risk running into Sarah and making
her think he’s there to see her. So I guess they weren’t together
since he didn’t realize she was out.”
    “ Ah, I see. Well how was
your dream? I’m guessing by the looks of it, it was pretty intense
‘ay?” She