My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 132 A Dream

NALA POV

I was almost asleep when I heard the two knocks. It was quiet enough that if I had actually been asleep I would have missed them entirely which meant whoever was on the other side was giving me the option to miss them and that already told me something.

I lay there and stared at the dark ceiling.

I was not going to get up. There was absolutely no reason for me to get up. I was warm and horizontal and I had spent the better part of the last hour successfully not thinking about Ethan or five hundred dollars or the ceiling or a certain pair of mismatched eyes and I was not going to throw all of that progress away by opening a door at whatever time this was.

I got up.

Ivin was standing in the corridor in a dark henley and sweats and he looked like a man who had not slept and had been walking the building for an hour and had ended up at my door and was not fully sure what to do about that.

One hand was braced on the doorframe. He was looking at me with that face except something about it was sitting differently tonight, looser around the edges, like he had disassembled something before he knocked and had not finished putting it back.

I leaned on the door and crossed my arms and waited because I was not going to make this easy for him.

"I was hard on you." He said it low. "Earlier. You were already dealing with your brother and I made it worse."

I stared at him. "Is this an apology?"

"I’m saying I was hard on you."

"Ivin that is literally the definition of an apology."

"It’s not the same thing."

"It is the exact same—" I stopped and looked at him and he was looking back at me steady and serious and I understood then that this was it, this was the full length of rope he had in this direction and he had walked it all the way to my door at this hour to give it to me and honestly that was more than I expected from him and I hated that actually saw his effort.

I stepped back from the door.

He came in.

I should have told him to go back to wherever he slept in this building. I should have said thank you for the almost apology, goodnight, close the door on your way out.

I had a whole functioning mouth and a perfectly good track record of using it to tell people things they did not want to hear and I used none of it.

He closed the door and the room got smaller.

"You should probably—" I started.

He got closer and before I could tell him about the distance, he kissed me.

It wasn’t the type of kiss you exchanged like a question, not a lean in and wait and see, it was more of a decision.

A decision of both hands coming up to my face like he had been thinking about exactly where to put them and had run out of patience with himself about it and I had approximately half a second of my brain screaming what are you doing before my body pointed out that my hands were already in his henley and told my brain to sit down.

I kissed him back and I was furious about how natural it felt, furious about how my body had apparently been rehearsing this without telling me, furious about the sound he made low in his throat that went through me like I had touched a livewire and liked it.

I pulled back. "This is a terrible idea."

"Yes." He was already pulling me back in.

"I’m serious Ivin I genuinely do not like you."

"I know." His mouth was on my jaw and my neck and my entire nervous system was staging a revolt and I was the last to know about it apparently.

"I’m only doing this because I’m bored." I said it to the ceiling.

He laughed, low and briefly, against my collarbone and it was the most human sound I had ever heard from him and it absolutely did not do anything to me at all.

"Sure." He said it into my skin.

"Don’t sure me—"

He walked me backward into the bed and I sat down hard and looked up at him standing over me in the dark with his henley askew from my hands and his mismatched eyes looking at me like I was something he had already decided about and I thought very clearly, I am going to be so angry at myself tomorrow.

But I pulled him down anyway.

Because I was already here and honestly the damage was already done in the sense that I had already kissed him back and already made the sound I made and already had my hands in his clothes and stopping now would just mean lying alone staring at the ceiling replaying it anyway so I might as well be present for the full version.

That was the logic I was working with and I was aware it was terrible logic and I committed to it completely.

What I was not prepared for was Ivin, who moved through every other area of life like he was managing a transaction, to be like this.

He was Patient in a way that made no sense given how explosive it started but how he’s handling things in a way that made it very clear he was paying attention, all of it, all at once, like I was something worth taking time over and the idea that Ivin of all people was looking at me like that while I was actively trying to maintain some shred of emotional distance was genuinely the funniest cruelest joke the universe had ever told.

I stopped trying to maintain it.

"Fuck.. Ivin"

"Nalayna" he groaned in between kisses against my neck.

Then my hand went to his trousers, unbuckling the heavy leather so I can have unrestricted access to the heavy warmth between his legs.

Fuvk. He was Hung!

We didn’t bother with foreplay as he turned me in his arms so my arms were against the wall and my ass was positioned perfectly to take in his cock.

He entered in one smooth thrust, my breath hitched, and he started moving fast before I could catch my breath.

"Ivin... faster.." and he went fast.

Afterwards, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling and he was beside me in the silence of the room while I was doing a thorough internal assessment of every decision I had made in the last forty minutes.

"You cannot tell anyone about this." I said it to the ceiling.

"Who am I going to tell."

"I’m serious."

"Nala."

"This did not happen."

"It hap—"

BANG BANG BANG.

I sat up so fast the room tilted before my eyes took in the familiar sight of dark ceiling, narrow bed and four bland walls staring back at me.

There was no Henley, no sore spots , no cub trickling between my legs, no mismatched eyes... There was nothing except my own heart trying to exit my ribcage and the very specific humiliation of realizing I had been lying here alone this entire time sweating through a dream about a man I was supposed to hate.

A dream.

I pressed both hands over my face and made a sound into my palms that I will also be taking to my grave.

BANG BANG BANG.

"Nala." The voice on the other side of the door was urgent and low and it was not Ivin, it was Lena, and whatever tone she was using told me immediately that something was wrong in the real world.

I got up and opened the door.

Lena’s face was tight and pale and she was dressed like she had not been sleeping at all.

"You need to come with me right now." She said it quietly. "Something’s happened."