His lips caressed the skin on her neck. She could feel his soft lips and his warm breath as he kissed up and down. His hands moved up her thigh and then he smacker her arse...
'Arrr!' Emma screamed. She put her hand on her heart; it was nearly beating out of her chest. She looked over and saw that the other side of the bed was empty. She herd the toilet flush and then Will walked in. He hoped into bed and kissed her forehead.
"Are you okay?' He looked concerned.
'Yeah, I'm fine. Just had a bad dream. Lots of dirty dishes and un-organized tea towels... Very scary'
He smiled at her, loving that he got to sleep in the same bed as her every night.
Emma rolled over and pulled the blankets up right to her nose. The truth was, that ever since Carl had left her because she didn't 'put out', and her OCD was out of control. Especially her dreams, they were fucked up. But she never dare tell Will.
She loved him more that life it's self and after already losing Ken & Carl, She didn't want it to happen with him.
She looked at the alarm clock. 2:46am was displayed in bright red numbers. She didn't want to go to back to sleep. She couldn't go back to sleep. Her dreams were like Freddy Kruger... They're only there when she shuts her eyes. So she lay there, just like every other night.
It felt like forever when morning finally came. Her eyes were sore and she had a throbbing headache but then something made her feel a little better. Will rolled over and hugged her tightly.
'Good morning, beautiful! How'd ya sleep?'
She faked a smile and opened her eyes a little wider 'I slept fine thanks. Do you want me to get you some coffee?'
As he smiled a nodded, Emma got up and put on her dressing gown and slippers on. She walked out of the bedroom, down into the kitchen and opened one of the kitchen cupboards. She grabbed a bottle of pills from the Medicine box and popped two of them in her mouth and swallowed. She shook her head, they tasted so disgusting.
She grabbed two cups from the dish rack, turned the hot water on and washed the cups again. As Will walked into the kitchen, she grabbed the jug of coffee and poured him a nice hot cup.
He took the cup out of her hand and rapped his arms around her tightly.
'You make everything perfect, Emma. I love you'
'I love you too...' she said, as she rested her forehead on his cheek.
Emma had secretly been seeing a therapist to try and control her OCD. She was given medicine to take but was very reluctant to do so. She had grown accustomed to the way she was and had her own ways will dealing with the symptoms. She also thought that if they medication changed her personality or mood in anyway, that Will might leave her. That was the main reason why she wanted to keep the therapist a secret from him too. She just wanted the dreams to stop so that she could sleep. Trying to function on 2 hours of sleep a night was slowly driving her insane and killing her.