Joziah is now in a deep sleep. His face has softened since he has been here. His nose is a bit crooked, his lips are full, and damn he has some long eyelashes. I run my hands through his hair. I notice the black rings under his eyes and the puffiness of his face. I softly trace my thumb under his eyelids.

“I hate what she is doing to you.” I whisper.

I closed my eyes and drifted to a deep sleep.

I open my eyes and I'm on top of someone. The body was tough but beautiful. Muscular, cut, and fit. Not feminine at all. I run my hands along their stomach and lean down to claim what is under me.

I hear a soft moan, I go lower and find my way to the edge of their pants. I feel around and find a bulge, hard and sensitive. I touch it and it makes the body under me quiver. Another moan escapes their lips as I softly remove the clothing. Weirdly, I'm not grossed out. I haven't been with a man, but this person… feels so right. It's been a while since I felt any sexual connection…

I lowered myself to where my lips lightly grazed across them. They arch and move their hips up, giving me the go ahead to continue. I lower my lips slowly over them, a moan escapes their mouth and it makes me shiver.

“Zai, please fuck me.” I hear the voice say.

“Gladly.” I flipped them quickly, putting their ass in the air. Touching them, I feel the pleasure going through them. 

“Fu..ck..” I look up and see the figure gripping the sheets tightly. Moaning loudly. 

“Is this okay?” I asked. The person nodded and I slowly enter them.

Once I am settled, I start moving faster, pounding and hitting their sweat spot as they moan in pleasure. I have never felt this way before. I intertwine my finger with theirs as their blonde hair becomes a tangled mess. With my other hand I grip their hair and pull them back to where they is against me. A loud moan escapes his lip. I feel myself getting close. I use his hair to turn his face to look at me. His face is red, mouth drooling and panting my name. It isn't until his brown eyes hit mine, I feel myself release.

I shoot up out of bed drenched in sweat, heart pounding, and shorts tight. My breathing is fast and heavy.

I hadn't had a sex dream in over a year. Hell i haven't masturbated in a while because… but i dreamt about…

A silent snore and a shuffle was beside me. I glanced over and saw Joziah. I don't know why but I feel something with him. I rub my eyes with my palms.

He has a girlfriend Zaire. Stop. you are best friends, no need to complicate things. You really just like the company, not him himself. You are already pushing boundaries.

I laid back down and sighed. God, now I am horny. I trace my hand over myself and glance over at Joziah. No. No. Stop. I quickly yank my hand out of my shorts and roll over. What the fuck is going on with me? I am not going to touch myself…

I hear a soft moan escape his lips and I look over at him. The blanket is now on his hips, revealing his bare chest. 

I grab the blanket and cover him backup and roll over the other way. I am almost asleep when I feel a hand slide its way to my waist.

"Joziah?" I whisper.

Snore. I chuckle. No need to move him and potentially wake him. I snuggle into my pillow, blanket, as well as Joziah’s arm and quickly fall into a deep slumber.

…………………..

What the fuck is that smell? I smell the atrocious scent of liquid crack filling my nostrils.

I wake up sheepishly and walk over to the kitchen, place a kiss on Nat's cheek and reach for the cereal.

I froze. Wait… no Natalie isn't here. I slowly turned and saw a bright red Joziah clutching his cheek with one hand and the other is holding a coffee cup from the coffee shop two doors down.

I stare at him in horror. “Ziah…. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. It has been a while since I had smelt coffee in the morning… for some reason I thought I was still with…” I pleaded for him to not hate me.

“Oh it's ok. I understand.” he brings his coffee to his lips and takes a sip. I notice his Adam's apple bobble up and down as he swallows. No. No. Stop.

“So uh, after breakfast, I'm going to do a quick 10 miles then we can go.” I said as stuff the rest of the cereal in my face looking away from Ziah.

“10 miles? Quick?” he laughed out as if nothing happened. Good he doesn't hate me.

“Yes, I did 40 yesterday, I have to loosen up my muscles so they don't get too sore.” I snorted.

“Ew. No thanks.” he said grabbing my bowl and spoon. He filled him some cereal in my bowl and ate.

I gawked at him.

“What, I'm hungry. I did not feel like dirtying up any more dishes.” he said as he licks the spoon and digs back in. Stop. Dirty thoughts.

“Okay, I'm going to ride.” I walked over to my stationary bike, put my shoes on, stretched, turned on my heavy metal, then climbed onto it.

I started to pedal faster and faster. Lost in thought.

I need to get a grip of myself. I pedal harder.

No. I do not want to get attached again. No. he's my best friend.

What about the dream? You haven't had any of those type dreams since you were with Natalie.

I feel a connection because we are best friends. He has seen me vulnerable.

How awkward is it when he finds out you dream of him… in that way.

HE WILL NEVER KNOW!

Besides. He loves Bridgette. And I'm helping him fix his relationship.

Before I know it my cool down timer comes on and I slow my pace.

“Damn, that was intense.” I hear Ziah say as I climb off.

“Yea, sorry. I needed to blow off some steam.” I chuckled. I grabbed my clothes and headed to take a shower. The hot water washes away the sweat and shame that is on me. I stepped out and looked at myself in the mirror. Not like anyone would want this any way. Grey eyes that look like they lack emotion, black hair that never seems to fall right, teeth that may be white but are crooked… ugh. I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey shirt. Walked out to find Ziah was getting dressed. I look at him and think back to my dream. Damn, I actually had a few things right. His back was toned, as well as his arms and legs. His chest was bare, no hair, a few scars all over him. He looks sexy. I gaze up and down his body and land on his eyes. He was in the mist of pulling a shirt over him to notice me. His brown eyes are so warm. Unlike my own… I wonder what he thinks when he looks into my eyes.

I shake my head. You really need to get a grip on yourself Zaire. I walked up to him and grinned. 

“Ready to meet my mother?” I smirked as I looked into his brown eyes.

He smiles, “Ready as I'll ever be babe.”