Someone Like You

He laughed, the sound doing things to her insides even if they were separated by a door.

“Yeah. Are you sure you don’t need my help? I don’t hear water splashing.”

“Argh!” She hurried to the tub and quickly turned the taps on. “Happy now?”

“I don’t know, are you naked?” She started. He hadn’t just asked her that, right? It was her dream again, it had to be. “Leah? Are you naked?” His voice had dropped an octave or two, the sound so husky goosebumps appeared on her arms.

“Nick?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“This.” She waved her hand in the air before remembering he was in another room altogether. “I don’t understand.”

“I guess I… I like you.”

“Oh.” Well, that did it. She was dreaming again!

“Is that all you have to say?”

She could hear the amusement in his voice so she replied, her voice shaky even in her dream, “I like you too. I’ve always liked you. You were my fantasy.”

“I was? Or I still am?”

She licked her lips, her gaze focusing on the water splashing against the sides of the tub. “You still are.”

“Fuck.” She heard him curse. “Can I come in, Leah?”

She looked up then and saw her reflection in the mirror. Pale, dimply skin. Large breasts encased in serviceable white cotton. Soft belly barely contained by the matching panties. She was so out of his league it wasn’t funny. With a wry smile at herself, she said, “No.”