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He tossed and turned in bed as the memory haunted him. Try as he might in wakefulness, he could not rid his mind - his subconscious - of the act and betrayal when he was asleep.
"Oh, God, Adam!" she cried, eyes wide and full of delight as he filled her and began to thrust deep and oh so hard inside of her. "Yes!" The pleasure was already great as it gripped her.
Not a word did he utter in response as he pumped fiercely. He also kept his eyes tightly shut, the effort to down out the sound of her voice far surpassing the efforts of his thrusting. Unfortunately, she kept talking, barely stopping her incessant chatter for a second. She'd always been that way during sex, always talking, making noise and uttering exclamations of pleasure, displeasure, or whatever it was she felt.
It annoyed him... It thoroughly grated on his nerves. She wasn't at all like his Amy - all of Amy's exclamations when they made love, were of pleasure. She would tell him she loved him, and how good he was making her feel.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and it was involuntary, not anything he'd wanted to do at all. He saw her, her face contorted with ecstasy, the pupils of her blue eyes dilated, her long, straight blonde hair fanned out on the carpet...
... And he wanted to be sick. Even with his eyes closed, it didn't matter. How could it? Torrie felt nothing like Amy, just like she sounded nothing like her. What the hell was he doing? Again, he felt like he was going to be sick. Instead, he felt himself coming and let go.
He sat bolt upright in bed, a dismayed cry leaving his lips.
"No... Oh, God, no!"
"Adam?" Amy's soft voice was full of concern, and he felt her gentle hand in his hair. He was drenched with sweat.
The blond man couldn't speak. He simply couldn't find his voice. His breath was still coming in hard, fast gasps, and not out of pleasure in spite of the memory of sex.
"Adam..." the redhead repeated. "... Baby, are you okay?" She gazed at him in the darkness, worry gripping her. She had stayed all night with him at the house, something she'd never done before. The two of them had turned off their cell phones, as they suspected Jay would try to call. Adam had also turned off the ringer of the phone in the bedroom. Amy supposed it was a cowardly thing to do, but they'd wanted their night to be just that - *theirs*. Besides, they were most definitely *not* going to break the news to Jay over the phone.
Adam finally responded to her words and touch. His green eyes were wide as he blinked and turned to meet her hazel.
"I had a nightmare." He looked away just as quickly as he'd met her gaze, as he couldn't bear it.
"Must have been a real doozy," the pregnant redhead said. "You were making an awful lot of noise in your sleep."
He met her gaze again, uncertainty and even fear taking hold of him.
"What... What do you mean?"
"Well," she replied, "whatever you were dreaming, I knew it couldn't be anything nice - you were saying 'no' and 'get away' more than anything else."
"Oh." Adam swallowed hard, hating the way he felt. His mouth was completely dry, but his head felt hot, and a strange tingling sensation gripped him. It was still hard to breathe as well. He figured he was most likely experiencing a panic attack.
"What happened in that dream? You sounded like you'd encountered a monster!"
"That is exactly what happened," the blond man said, his right arm snaking over to encircle her waist to pull her closer.
"I did encounter a monster."