Your mind was in turmoil after last night. The vividness of the dream had left a lingering effect, making it difficult to focus. You kept replaying the scene in your head—Robert’s hands gentle yet firm on your bare skin, the way his touch seemed to set your nerves on fire. The sounds you had made, the way your body had responded—all of it felt so real, so intense. You woke up with a deep ache, a craving that refused to fade.

Throughout the day, every time Robert appeared in your line of sight, the images from your dream flashed vividly in your mind. Your cheeks would flush, and a restless heat would spread through your body, fueling your desire. The tension was almost unbearable, and it made the entire workday awkward and uncomfortable. You barely spoke, keeping your interactions brief, until everyone else had finished their tasks and left for the day.

You stayed behind, lingering in the almost-empty office. When you finally saw Robert at his desk, still focused on his computer, you decided to confront your feelings. You made up your mind to get it over with—explain why you’d been acting so strange all day.

Robert sensed the change in your posture—the way you hesitated before approaching. He glanced over his shoulder as you approached, then sighed and removed his headset. "What’s going on now?” he asked, voice tinged with mild impatience.

You hesitated for a moment, then blurted out your confession. You told him about the dream, keeping it simple but honest. It was surprisingly easier than you'd expected, especially when you saw his reaction.

A faint, mischievous smile played on Robert’s lips as he responded with a joke. “Was my dick big?” he teased, chuckling softly as he returned to his work, his tone light but teasing, "cause I have that dream too."