Accidentally Amy(35)

Blake’s hands clenched on the sofa as her smell - vanilla - burrowed into his senses and made him drunk on fumes. He opened his eyes, needing visual confirmation that this was really happening and Izzy was destroying him like he’d imagined her doing a hundred fucking times.
Hell, yes.
He nibbled on her bottom lip and said her name - no, he rasped her name because apparently he’d lost the ability to speak, and her eyes fluttered open.
They seemed absurdly blue as she blinked up at him, a sleepy grin on her mouth
But then her forehead got a tiny crinkle, just between her eyebrows, and the smile disappeared.
“Ohmigod, Blake," she said, blinking fast and removing her hands from his body like it'd been burning them. She sat up on the couch, gave her head a tiny shake and said, "Shit, shit, shiiiit. I am so sorry."

Chapter 11

Izzy
Izzy pushed her hair out of her face, cheeks on fire, and had no idea what to say.
Shiiiiiiiit.
Had she seriously just launched a full-scale mouth assault on Blake’s face without his consent? Seriously?? He calmly sat down beside her on the sofa, like she hadn’t just behaved like a maniac, and she wondered what time it was.
What time it was, and also if there was a time machine to launch her back to five minutes ago.
What the hell had just happened?
One minute, she’d been having a sexy dream about Blake. He’d been kissing her – the world’s hottest kiss, for the record - and in her dream, he’d said her name in a total sex voice.
But then she’d opened her eyes and he was there – leaning over her – looking down at her with hungry dark eyes as she freaking clawed at his chest like…shit…like some aggressive something with claws that she couldn’t name because her brain was no longer functioning.
Oh, Gawwwwwwd. She wanted to die of embarrassment.
“I was having a dream and it was super realistic,” she blurted out, not expecting him to believe her, but desperate to convince him. She didn’t want to lose him, so she had to make him understand that nothing had changed between them.
His jaw was hard, his eyes intense on hers as she started rambling incoherently.
“I didn’t hear you come in and I don’t even know how you got to the sofa but somehow my brain thought your presence there was part of the dream. I kissed you,” she said, her cheeks getting even hotter as she tried to convince him, “but I was kissing someone else in my dream, I swear. Please believe me that I would never, ever break our agreement.”
She realized as she said it that she was lying.
If he wanted to break it, she would shatter it in a hot minute.
He didn’t say anything, just swallowed with that distracting Adam’s apple of his, and she knew she’d ruined everything.
“Blake – say something. Tell me that you aren’t mad, or grossed out, or ugh – that I didn’t make you feel violated. This was just a very surreal – very bizarre – mistake, a misunderstanding of epic proportions, and things with us are technically no different than they were last night when we watched Top Chef together on Facetime.”
“Izzy.”
She talked over him, her embarrassed nerves making silence impossible. “I meant it when I agreed with you that we’re both adults and can control ourselves, and this spontaneous moment of macking was entirely the fault of my unconsciousness.”
Blake looked at her intently, his jaw clenching and unclenching, and she hated that she’d put that serious expression on his face. She cleared her throat and said, “If I could take it back I would, but I can’t. I swear it--”
“Okay. Who was it?” he asked.
Izzy blinked and took a deep breath. “What?”
His voice softened when he said, “Who were you kissing in the dream, Iz?”
She bit down on her lower lip and squinted her eyes. He was watching her, waiting for the answer to his question, and she hoped everything would be quickly fixed if she just spewed out a name. Think, think, think. But just like that, every name on the planet was erased from her mind. There had to be millions of names in the world, but the only one she could think of was Blake.
She cleared her throat and said, “You don’t, um, you don’t know him.”
She rolled her eyes. At herself. Izzy, you suck under pressure.
“But you do?” he asked.
For a split second, she wondered what was the worst thing that could happen if she told him the truth. Fortunately, her brain quickly responded with You would destroy whatever this is with Blake; is that what you want, dumbass?
Honestly, her brain could be so mean sometimes.
She sat up straighter on the couch and turned so she was facing him. “Just a celebrity. No big--”
He tilted his head. “Which celebrity?”
“You’re going to make me say it?” she asked, wanting off the hook and also wanting to simply vanish from existence.
“Just say it.”
“You want a name?” she stalled, “You want me to say his name?”
“Name him, Shay.”
She groaned.
His mouth slid into a smirk and he said, “If you don’t tell me his name--”
“Fine. Tom Colicchio!” She nearly shouted it, and then she crossed her arms over her chest. Nodded her head and said, “Yes, I was kissing the Top Chef.”
“Tom.” He stared at her, slightly smirking, making her feel marginally better. “Colicchio.”
She nodded again. Rubbed her lips together. Added, “I guess you could say we were having our own little quick fire.”
He barely let her finish before he said, “So are you ready?”