I woke up drenched in sweat. Henry lay beside me, his naked back faced me. His dark hair a mess.

I instantly calmed at the sight of him. Though the way my heart raced told me there'd be no more going back to sleep. I groaned and quietly got up off the bed. I picked my shirt up off the ground and pulled it over my body and grabbed a towel.

I needed a shower badly.

I made my way to the bath and turned the water on, letting it get warm before I took off my shirt and jumped in and closed the shower curtains beside me.

The water felt so good on my skin. I pulled my head under the shower faucet when the sound of the restroom door being opened slightly startled me. I must've woken up Henry.

"Babe?" I peeked an eye through the blurry clear blue shower curtain. He didn't say a word and I assumed he must still be foggy from sleep. "Feel free to join me." I added. Before placing my head back under the spray of water. It felt so good having it run through my scalp, but not as good as the hands that wrapped around my waist. One hand stayed on my navel as the other traveled down my thigh and I was pressed hard against Henry's chest.

"Admit that you want this." I heard him whisper by my ear and shock coursed through me.

That wasn't Henry's voice. I spun and looked up to see Idris's beautiful green eyes, his naked chest and well-defined abdominals. His hard bulging arms still wrapped around my waist. My legs trembled.

"Idris, why are you here?" I muttered nervously, but it came out breathy and full of need.

Idris ran his fingers down my spine, leaning down so we were closer. "Because you wanted me here." He whispered in my ear, "because you needed this," he gripped the underside of my knees and pulled me up around his waist, pushing me against the wall.

In a second his lips were on me, kissing me with so much passion. The feel of him caging me in, touching me, tasting me was exactly what I wanted. I couldn't help but run my hands up the muscles of his back and into his midnight locks.

I moaned helplessly as he ravaged my body. Pressed against me until our wet bodies were molded to each other and the only other way to go was in. To have him taking me from inside—

"Alixandria, wake up."

I groaned, trying to stay in Idris's arms, but everything was blurry now.

"Alixandria!"

I bolted awake at the sound of Henry's voice. What the hell kind of dream was that? What was wrong with me? I caught my breath and tried to look calm as I opened my eyes and found Henry putting on a collared plaid shirt over his now defined abs. He was definitely working out again.

I yawned realizing the sun wasn't even up yet. "What?" I muttered, my voice hoarse.

"I thought you were having a nightmare." Henry grabbed his leather watch off the nightstand and turned to face me. "You were making weird noises." He looked at me with worry in his eyes.

It was far from a nightmare and yet a dream I would've rather not had. I closed my eyes, deciding I would keep it to myself. "I don't remember." I told him, feeling drowsy. Sleep was still weighing heavy on me. "Come back to bed." I mumbled.

"Don't you have class today?"

"Not till later. So come back here?" I opened one eye to peek at him.

Henry was too busy putting his items into his satchel to notice me. "Sorry baby, as much as I would like to cuddle, I have to go." He grabbed his headphones from the nightstand, quickly pecked me on the forehead and took off.

So far for trying to spend more time together. I guess it would have to wait until tonight. I rolled myself further into the sheets, but the second I closed my eyes, the dream I had just had, stormed into my head.

"I guess I can start my day early." I groaned and sat up. I did have a lot of studying to do, but first I needed a cup of coffee.

As I made my way to the kitchen I passed by the set of photos of Henry and I, hung up on the wall. My favorite had always been the one of us at the beach, but for some reason, today, my heart was drawn to the picture of us on our first day of high school... with both our moms at our side.

So much had changed since then...

"I wish I could talk to you about this mom." She would know exactly what to say...but right now, I only had one other person who could understand and who I also had class with later today.

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"Are you okay?" I took my seat beside Camilla. She looked pale and exhausted. Dark circles made home under her eyes. Her hair looked like it hadn't been brushed.

She sighed, looked at me and as if deciding against her better judgment she shut her mouth and just nodded her head. I had never seen Camilla so down in my life. Was she sick?

"Are you sure? Because you look like hell."

"Gee thanks." She whispered. Taking out her notebook and lecture notes. "I'm fine."

"I'd either be really stupid or a really shitty friend to believe you."

Camilla sighed, and looked as if she were about to speak when the professor walked in.

"Good evening everyone!" He waltzed to his desk, taking out paperwork. I quickly tuned him out and stared at Camilla. Just a day ago she had been so happy. What could have changed? It struck me then that perhaps the reason for her happiness could also be the reason for her sadness.

"Is it Ben?" I whispered and Camilla instantly whipped her head to me, her eyes glazed over with what looked like tears but she held them back somehow. She swallowed deeply and nodded.

"What happened?"

Camilla looked pained. She ran a hand through her long hair and picked her items off the desk. "I wish I could tell you Alixandria, but you would think I was crazy," she huffed, "even I thought I was crazy." She whispered that last part more to herself than me and then just walked off and out the classroom.

I sat there stunned. Camilla wasn't going crazy, but I had a feeling I knew what might be making her feel that way. Which meant I had to find Idris.