"I really like you Jeremy."
The voice drifts into his ears, barely even a whisper, yet it breaks through his thoughts instantly. It commands his attention as his eyes blink open. Almost robotically, he slips out of bed, stalking over to the window and into those arms that hold him oh-so-well.
"You can't avoid me forever."
He barely even notices the man's mouth move as he pulls himself close, feeling those deceptively strong muscles shifting beneath the flimsy cotton shirt. His breathing is shallow, his eyes wide - but dull. He thinks he's dreaming.
"I said… I really like you."
The voice plays on his mind; commanding his full attention as he detects just a hint of anger. He knows what he's supposed to say… But he can't. He won't let himself. He pulls himself closer, tighter, burying his head into the cold flesh of the other man as he finally speaks.
"I like you too…"
But it's too late. The figure is gone and Jeremy's left lying there. Cold and alone. It was just a dream. He reminds himself, feeling bitter and empty as he stares at nothing in particular. He sighs. He knew it was just a dream; things like that didn't happen to people like him.
Jeremy stands, feeling more alone and confused than ever as he clambers into his desperately empty bed. He drops down onto the mattress, frowning as sleep claims him, oblivious to the window left slightly ajar and the lingering scent of his cologne.