LIFE.... AS IT COMES (CHAPTER 20)

Sheila gave a small contented sigh as she turned around in the bed, her eyes still closed. She was feeling very happy and peaceful that morning. Strange, she thought. I was so tensed for the past few days that I had to take sleeping pills to sleep, and now am feeling peaceful. Her brows frowned in concentration in her sleep.

It must have something to do with what I dreamt last night, she thought. As she racked her brains, trying to assemble the drags of her dream, it suddenly hit her. Hard. She had dreamt last night that Ryan had crept into her room. She was semi asleep. And he had slithered into the bed beside her, cradling her sleeping form in her arms.

And just as he was about to fall asleep, her woman instincts took over and in her sleep she had planted a small kiss on his chest, where she was resting her head. And then the frenzy had started. They were both carried away by their burning desire, each trying to control the other.

Sheila blushed red as some of the things that she dreamt she did last night, on instincts came back to her. God, she thought, I am completely losing it.

But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t recall the ending of her dream. Did they end up having sex? She couldn’t remember. But she was sure that they did make out last night. Ok enough, she thought to herself firmly. I will not think about this dream for the rest of the day.

Resolution strong in her mind, Sheila turned around again in her bed and finally opened her eyes.

“Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!”

Screamed Sheila as she sat up bolt upright in her bed and yanked the cover up to her chin.

Her scream had woken up Ryan who was sleeping peacefully beside her. He too was sitting up in bed with a dazed expression on his face.

“What, What the hell are you doing here?” Screamed Sheila at Ryan.

Ryan looked at her, all huddled up in a corner, scared and covering herself protectively with a blanket and his eyes softened. He felt relieved. He was happy with his decision for last night. He was also happy with the events of last night. He now knew what he wanted.

He just smiled at Sheila and slowly pushed a lock of hair behind her ears.

“Ryan! What are you doing here?” Sheila screamed again.

“Whoa! You don’t remember anything?” Ryan asked her completely taken by surprise.

“No.” Answered Sheila skeptically.

“I came in to talk with you last night. You don’t remember anything?” Ryan asked again.

Sheila rubbed her face tiredly and looked up at Ryan.

“Wait! So we did? I mean I thought I was dreaming but we did------”

Sheila stopped midway as she saw Ryan falling back on the bed, hands behind his head and grinning up at her. And the first thing, which she noticed, was---- He wasn’t wearing any shirt.

Ignoring the various possible ways in which Ryan’s chest was looking edible to her, she looked down at herself, scared all the while.

No, thank god, she was still wearing her nightdress. It was a bit askew but that was ok. It would be disastrous if she had sex with the man of her dreams and yet remembered nothing about it in the morning.

She looked at Ryan and the look in her eyes told him that she needed explanation. He reluctantly got up.

“Well, last night I thought that I should give us a chance. I mean without giving a chance how can we know whether I was right in rejecting you like that? So, I came into your room last night to talk with you. But you were constantly and slowly whispering my name. So I thought that maybe if I hug you then you would wake up and we could talk. But the moment I did that, you started kissing me in frenzy. I thought, under the given circumstances if I don’t kiss you back it would seem odd. So I did. And then one thing led to other and we ended up------”

“We ended up what Ryan?” Sheila was hysterical again.

“You see I wanted to know whether I did the right thing in rejecting you. I wanted to know for sure what was it that I wanted. And know I know. Thanks to you Shell I know now what I want. After last night.”

Ryan’s jubilant face sent mixed signals to Sheila’s heart.

“Ryan what did we do last night? Did we make out?” Sheila asked her voice quivering.

“Yes. Shell, I thought that was applied.”

“No. Ryan what I meant was did we have sex?” asked Sheila again her voice barely above a whisper.

“That is what I have been trying to tell you.” Said Ryan more happy than ever. “We didn’t have sex Shell! And know what? I am sure what I want now. I know I never want to have sex with you. I was right from the beginning!”