Thirty Seven

Asher’s POV

I woke up drenched in sweat from an X-rated dream, and May was the subject of that dream. What the heck was really happening? Why was I having all these thoughts and now, dreams about May?

I didn’t want her or anything, so why did I have wet dreams about her? I had never had wet dreams since I was a teenager, and even then, but was never this intense.

It was a dream about that day at the club, with her in that room with me, sitting across my lap with our tongues in each other’s throats, only this time, we didn’t just stop at first or second base, we went all the way to the third one.

Groaning, I pushed up from the bed and looked down at myself to see that I was at attention, and the thick head was drenched with either precum or sweat.

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat, I adjusted myself in my sweatpants before sitting up and rubbing my hand on my face. As I did that, my mind went to May, and I wondered what she was doing at that moment. Was she sleeping peaceful