Casey couldn't concentrate on her book that night. She was impatient, almost as though she was waiting for something to happen but she didn't know what she was waiting for.

She glanced around her room and noticed that some of her clothes weren't put away. Setting down her book she went to pick them up. Had she been wearing her brown leather miniskirt today? No…surely she hadn't forgotten to put it away.

As she put it in the drawer with her other skirts she noticed that there were a lot of leather ones of late and quite a lot of them were miniskirts, not just the leather ones. Pale pink had been replaced by hot pinks and reds. She was wearing bold colours and bolder skirt lengths and bolder tops.

Her thoughts ran on to her rebellious streak. It was a throwaway comment from Emily about how she was so reliable and dependable that had made her want to change. Now she was unpredictable and baffled all her friends with sudden fiery outbursts and odd rash actions.

Like tonight. Casey a month ago would never have willingly shown him her naked body. Sure so he hadn't exactly left her a choice but the old Casey would have fought on for a lot longer and wouldn't give in so easily.

And she'd flirted with Derek…repeatedly. Why had she done that? For a second she entertained the thought that Paul had been right about her and Derek. Then she laughed it off and told herself that she had just been messing with him.

But had she?

The memory of naked Derek swarmed across her mind and it was only with severe self control that she managed to stop herself drooling.

She shook her head furiously trying to dislodge the image of Derek's sexy smirk. But she couldn't.

"Derek get out of my head!" she exclaimed.

"Uh, I'm not in your head. I'm in my room." Derek called from next door.

Rolling her eyes Casey got into bed. Sighing she turned her lights off. It wasn't that late but she figured she wasn't going to get any reading done, not with Derek on the brain.

And when she finally succumbed to sleep she dreamt of Derek; of his smile, his laugh, his smell, the little spark she got whenever his skin touched hers even if it was something as innocent as their hands brushing when they both reached for something together.

Then the dream went back to that little episode in the shower earlier. Only this time it was more than bordering on naughty.

And it was so real. She could feel the hot shower water pounding on her back as Derek kissed her passionately. She could feel him, smell him, taste him. She could feel his hair as she ran her hands through it. Felt his hot hands on her waist, his soft lips on hers, every muscle in his body tightening around her. Felt every sensation and wave of pleasure she knew the dream Casey was feeling. There was no spark now…it was a full firework display.

Derek ran his hands up and down her bare back and started kissing along her jawline as she gasped and caught her breath. He kissed down to her neck and sucked a sensitive patch for a while making her moan.

"Derek, I love you. Tell me you love me too." She breathed.

"You know I do." Derek whispered back before recapturing her mouth.

Casey woke up with a start and a gasp. "Oh no." she groaned before reaching for her Dream Diary.