Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 46

fter saying good night to the guys, I returned to the bedroom and found Drew in bed waiting for me

Well, don’t you look all nice and comfy? I teased as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Coming out when I was done, Drew patted the space ext to him.

Come get in bed, angel,

ou have had a hell of a day and need a good night’s sleep.” Dew pulled back the covers for me. I climbed in and then slid over so I could cuddle with Im. Resting my head against Drew’s chest, I rested my hand on his abdomen, idly sliding my fingers over his well–defined muscles. Drew began playing ith my hair, and I relaxed into him. I wasn’t exhausted yet, but I was enjoying cuddling with him.

Tell me something I don’t know about you, angel,” Drew said quietly.

OK, but to be fair, you must do the same,” I told him. He p

hair, so I looked up at

skin crawl. I love horror movies, specially the ones from the 80s and 90s, though I have watched the old black and white ones too.

what I shared? Tell me something I don’t already know about

the insects we would encounter, which were the most dangerous to us, and where they liked to hide. So when I was in the Middle East, it went from really hot to cold at night, so all the creepy crawlies were attracted to the heat

in an involuntary shudder at the thought of my head or any other part of my body getting anywhere near whatever the hell a sun spider was, and no, I was not going to be brave enough to look it up to see what it looked like. My imagination was terrible enough. Drew

are science fiction books and zombie apocalypse graphic novels, and you can’t tease me because 1 have heard about what’s in your e–reader library. Drew smirked, and my cheeks turned

got your browser histories, there would be plenty of x–rated things to find. I grinned

movie. I also enjoy some of the singing competitions and cooking shows.” He shrugged

watching survival shows. You know the whole, we are dropping you off for a week on this deserted island. Here’s a piece of string and a pocket knife. Good luck.

write in an imaginary notebook. I stared at Drew

watch, not experience. This girl loves spending time outside but insists on having a real bed indoors.” Drew laughed at my dramatics, cuddling me close