Chapter 53
Amelia’s POV
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I didn’t know what time it was when I started dreaming. All I knew was that I could feel him.
Edmund.
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He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt half open, the faint morning light washing over his chest as he stared at me like I was something forbidden but irresistible. I couldn’t explain it, but I found myself getting up, walking toward him, my feet moving before my mind could catch up. His eyes dragged over me, slow, burning, and I felt a strange heat rise in my chest.
In the dream, I wasn’t the cautious Dr. Garcia anymore. I wasn’t afraid of what was right or wrong. I just wanted him.
My hands reached for his face, my fingers tracing the rough line of his jaw. His breath hitched as I leaned in, pressing my lips to his,soft at first, then deeper, hungry.
I could feel his hard dick press on my cunt as I climbed onto his lap. His hands moved to my waist, and a low groan escaped him, one that made my stomach tighten.
“Amelia…” he whispered against my mouth.
I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him harder, my tongue sliding against his, my pulse racing as I felt his fingers grip my hips. The air around us thickened with need. He lifted my nightshirt, his lips trailing down my neck, lower, and I gasped as his mouth found the swell of my breast.
“Edmund…” I moaned, my voice barely a whisper.
He groaned, his breath warm against my skin. My body arched, trembling as his hand slid beneath my panties, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me bite down a soft sound that could barely pass for control. I reached for him, tugging at the waistband of his trousers, my body screaming for him to just bury his huge cock deep inside me.
“Amelia…”
The sound of my name was different this time, sharper. Less seductive, more… real.
I frowned, still caught between the haze of lust and confusion.
“Edmund, what are you-”
“Amelia!”
And then came the banging. Loud. Real. The kind that rattled me right out of the dream.
I jolted awake, eyes wide, heart pounding. My hand flew to my chest as I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath.
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Another knock.
This time louder.
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“I’m up! I’m up, jeez!” I yelled, dragging the blanket over my face.
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“Well, okay,” his voice came through the door. smooth, deep, annoyingly calm. “I’m heading down to get breakfast. Anything you’d like?”
“Anything is fine!” I shouted back, probably sounding flustered.
“Alright then,” he said, his tone carrying the faintest trace of amusement. I heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, and I groaned into the pillow.
“God,” I muttered, “of all the dreams to have, why that one?”
I rolled over, staring at the ceiling again. My heart hadn’t stopped racing. How the hell was I supposed to look him in the eye after dreaming about… that?
I pressed a hand over my face and groaned again.
“Pull yourself together, Amelia,” I whispered to myself. “It was just a dream. A stupid, very inappropriate dream.”
I forced myself out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom. The cold water from the shower helped a little, at least enough to wash away the flush from my cheeks. But the moment I closed my eyes, flashes of the dream returned. His lips. His hands. The way he said my name.
“Stop it,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Just stop.”
When I finally stepped out, I wrapped a towel around myself and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were still pink, my hair messy. I sighed.
This was going to be one long day.
I got dressed quickly, a light blouse and navy pants trousers. I kept my hair simple, tied back into a low bun, and applied a little lip balm just to avoid looking too pale.
As I walked out into the living room, I froze.
He was there.
Edmund sat by the table, scrolling through something on his tablet, dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, catching the edge of his jawline. He looked calm, focused, but all I could think about was that dream.
He glanced up and smiled faintly. “Good morning, Dr. Garcia.”
“Good morning,” I replied, my voice coming out tighter than I intended.
“I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for you,” he said, nodding to the tray on the table. “You didn’t
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mention what you preferred, so I just ordered a bit of everything.”
I managed a small smile. “That’s… thoughtful. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, closing the tablet. “I wasn’t sure if you were a coffee or tea person.”
“Tea,” I replied quickly, maybe too quickly.
He smiled again. “Good to know.”
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I sat down opposite him, my stomach churning, not from nerves about the outreach, but because sitting this close to him after what I’d just dreamed was pure torture. I tried to act normal, focusing on my plate.
The silence between us stretched a bit too long until he finally spoke.
“So,” he said, setting his mug down, “the team is already having breakfast downstairs. Another crew is at the park, setting up for the health fair.”
I nodded, grateful for the shift in topic. “That’s good. How’s the turnout looking?”
“Promising,” he said. “We’ve got permission from the local council, and the tents are already being arranged. We’ll have about six medical booths, checkups, vaccinations, basic dental, and I asked the logistics team to make sure the generators are ready in case there’s a power issue.”
I took a sip of tea, watching him. He sounded so in control, so collected. The kind of man who could make chaos look organized.
“That’s impressive,” I said. “Everything seems well thought out.”
He shrugged slightly, eyes flicking to me. “You helped design the plan, remember? I’m just making sure we follow it.”
I looked down at my plate, smiling a little. “Still… It’s different seeing it happen. All those late nights drafting proposals and sending emails, it feels worth it now.”
He hummed in agreement, slicing into his toast. “You’ve done a good job, Amelia.”
Something about the way he said my name made my heart skip. It was softer this time, not the commanding tone of a boss, but something gentler. I looked up and caught him watching me, and for a second, I felt the same heat from my dream rush to my cheeks.
I quickly cleared my throat. “So, um… What time are we heading to the park?”
He smiled slightly, as though he noticed my flustered tone. “Right after breakfast. I figured we could do a walk–through together before the volunteers arrived. You’ll handle the medical coordination, and I’ll handle the press and donors.”
“That works,” I said, forcing myself to focus.
For the next few minutes, we ate in silence, the kind that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but thick with unspoken things. Every time his hand brushed the table near mine, my stomach twisted.
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When we finished, I got up first. “I’ll go grab my bag.”
He nodded, glancing at his watch. “Take your time. We’ll leave in ten.”
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I hurried to my room, exhaling the moment the door closed behind me. “You are not doing this,” I whispered to myself in the mirror. “You are not supposed to be catching feelings again. Not for him.”
But the memory of his dream–touch wouldn’t leave me alone. It lingered like a phantom against my skin.
By the time I stepped out again, he was standing near the window, phone in hand, talking to someone about logistics. His tone was confident–so very Edmund.
When he hung up, he turned toward me. “Ready?”
I nodded, clutching my bag. “yes captain.”
He gestured toward the door, allowing me to go first. “Let’s make this a success, Dr. Garcia.”
“Let’s try,” I said, forcing a smile.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
