I felt so warm. Familiar tingles were running over my skin. As he nuzzles me, heat started to run down my body.
I reached my hand behind to stroke his face. But ... no one was there. I didn't remember going to sleep last night. We'd all been out at the party. Dressed up fancy having fun. I hadn't been drinking since I was designated driver.
I'd been flirting with the cutest guy. The girls had bet me that I couldn't pick up the total stranger. I'd accepted the challenge.
I couldn't be overt; just subtle glances from under my lashes. He'd eventually sat down on the arm of the big chair where I was sitting. Every time I looked up at him, I caught his bright slash of a grin, and the gleam of his blond hair.
It had seemed as if we were sitting in a circle of silence. I had seen everyone around us talking, mouths moving, but there was no sound. I looked up. His bright blue eyes caught mine, and....
Wait— how could I know the feel of his touch, if I didn't know him?
"You do know me." His voice made my body shudder and sweat.
I should feel afraid.
"Do not fear me."
"What the hell do you mean, don't be afraid? Where are we? I don't know you." I couldn't see anything. No light.
"Who are you?"
"I am your destiny."
"What a line. Why won't you let me see you? Why isn't there light?"
A warm glow began to build nearby. I could just make out a dark silhouette. He was standing beside the... bed. I was in his bed. It wasn't mine, not with black sheets.
An icy chill pushed at the heat in my body. I was naked and unhappy about it.
A gentle touch ran down my cheek, though the outline of the... man hadn't moved.
"You are mine. You were meant for me. Your body knows it." His voice was hot, a deep purr.
I wrapped the comforter around me.
"Where are my clothes, my friends, the way out of here?" I tried to make my voice firm, and almost succeeded.
"I have everything you need. I care for what is mine."
I pushed slowly away from the shadowy figure, to the side of the bed. I reached around and found something on the side table. It was a candle. There were matches in the holder.
In the flare of the match, I couldn't see anyone at all. I lit the candle before the match burnt my fingers. There were no windows and no door, just the huge bed. I couldn't see my things.
What was going on?
"Your fondest dreams will come true." His voice slithered.
"My fondest dream is to go home NOW."
There was silence, and I began to hope.
"OK, then, MY fondest dreams will come true." The voice was now a hiss. The candle blew out.
