BASH
I wake up when Trinity whines beside me. I’m sure she had a bad dream, which is weird because since we sleep together, she never wakes me up because of a nightmare.
I rub my half-opened eyes and sit up on our bed.
I nudge her shoulder slowly, but she doesn’t budge, her whine gets stronger.
“Trinity, wake up, baby,” I say as I continue nudging her shoulders.
She jolts awake, throwing the blanket away. Her eyes widen, and her face fills with shock.
Trinity spreads her legs wider, even in my half-awake brain, my cock stirs. She’s only wearing deep red nighties and thin panties with a bedhead, but she’s still beautiful to me. Then I notice she’s patting her panties.
“Baby, what are you doing?” I ask out of curiosity.
She sighs and looks at me.
“You had a bad dream, that’s why I wake you up.” I kiss the top of her head.
“Yeah. I had a bad dream, and it was weird,” she says with worry in her voice.