mine. “Sydney. Wake up, honey.”
I opened my eyes and worked to clear the sleep from my brain.
It was still dark outside, but there was some light coming from the TV. It was the black Netflix profile screen, but it still gave off a bit of light. I turned my face away and hit male skin. Hmm. I leaned back and looked up into Travis’s eyes.
His brow went up, and a small smile fell across his face. He squeezed my hand, and I realized that my fingers were wrapped around his very hard penis.
I gasped as I yanked my hand away. I rolled to my other side, so he couldn’t see the shame on my face. “Oh my God. I am so sorry!”
I had violated him in his sleep.
I realized now that I had passed out sometime during the movie. I didn’t remember Travis leaving. He must have fallen asleep, too.
“It’s okay, Sydney.”
He put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped.
“No, it’s not.”
I felt the bed shift as he sat up and then stood. Fearing that he was coming around to talk to me, I covered my face with my hands and rolled onto my stomach. I couldn’t face him right now.
“Sydney, I’m not mad.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. But I still molested you in your sleep.”
“Molested is a strong word.”
“But an appropriate one.”
“Will you please look at me?”
“No.”
He sighed.
“Please, just go. We can talk about it in the morning.”
“Okay. I will. On one condition.”
“What’s that?” I said from between my hands.
“You stop beating yourself up. I’m not mad. I’m not offended. If you want to know the truth, it felt good. So, give yourself a break.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer. His footsteps faded as he walked away.
When I was sure I was alone, I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
I couldn’t believe I had done that. I knew that I had thought I was dreaming, but I couldn’t help but feel like I’d violated him.
What if the situation were reversed?
You’d open your legs and tell him not to stop.
Okay, I would do that but only because it was Travis, and I wanted it. It didn’t make it right. Because, if it was someone I didn’t want, I would feel completely different. And, despite the kiss Travis had given me, he had never even hinted he wanted me to touch his dick.
I looked at the clock and groaned. It was only a little after two in the morning. I was never going to go back to sleep.
I found the TV remote where I had dropped it in the middle of the bed and shut off the TV. And then I began to think of ways to make my mistake right.
Surprisingly, I had fallen back asleep. When Travis woke me up, I was disorientated.
I looked up to see him carrying two to-go cups from Starbucks. “I know I shouldn’t have the nerve to ask this, but please say one of those is mine.”
He grinned and held out one to me.
I slowly sat up and took it from him. I savored my first sip as Travis sat at the end of my feet.
“Feel better this morning?” he asked.
I looked at him. “Well, I’m able to look you in the eyes, so yes, I suppose.” I noticed that he was wearing track pants and a tank top. “Did you go work out?” I had noted the hotel had a gym when I made the reservation.
“Not yet. I went and got us coffee first. And I figured we needed to talk also.”
In the light of day, what had happened didn’t seem as big of a deal. But it should. “I’m really sorry. I was dreaming. Or half-dreaming.” I shook my head. “I don’t know really. All I know is that I didn’t think I was touching you in real life. It’s a flimsy excuse—kind of like, I was drunk—but I feel terrible about it.”
“Well, I accepted your apology from last night. But you’re being too hard on yourself.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What if I told you that I woke up but didn’t stop you right away? Wouldn’t that change things a little? If I was awake and you were asleep, wouldn’t I become the responsible party?”
He had a good point.
“I suppose you’re right, and it does make me feel a little better.” I took a drink of my coffee. “But that’s only if it were true.” I pushed the covers off my legs, stood, and stretched. “But I’m pretty sure