Lainey POV
In the dream, he didn't drive me home.
It was raining. The wipers were going. His hand was on the gearshift, six inches from my knee, the same as it had been on Saturday. Only this time he turned off the road and into the trees, and he cut the engine.
"Come here," he said.
I went. I climbed across the seat and into his lap like I had done it a hundred times. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, and he kissed me, slow and deep, until I was grinding down on him without meaning to.
He was hard. I could feel all of it through his jeans, thick and hot, right where I needed it.
"Beck."
"I know." His voice was wrecked. "I know, baby. I've got you."
I don't know where my clothes went. It was a dream, and they were just gone. I was bare in his lap with rain drumming on the r
