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sulked when he couldn’t get his own way.  He then tried to instigate a game of spin the bottle, but there were no takers.  He sat in the corner muttering about the lack of rock star behavior in the band and was generally ignored by everyone.
     
    We all settled down to watch an action hero movie but I could feel my eyes closing after my big day.  Travis immediately offered to take me to bed so I made Scott promise to guard my body and my honor if I fell asleep.  The next thing I knew, I could hear Angel’s voice gently telling me to wake up but I knew that I didn’t want to.  Images of midnight blue eyes and dark brown, bed head hair were rolling through my mind and I very much wanted to hang on to them.  Angel’s voice became a little more insistent and I fought to stay asleep until I heard Travis’ voice loudly declaring that she should leave me alone because I was obviously having a wet dream about him. 
     
    My eyes flew open. “What’s the matter?” I asked Angel, my eyes searching her face for clues.
     
    “Nothing, you were dreaming and I was worried that it was a bad dream, that’s all,” I could see concern in her pale blue eyes before she hugged me and began to stroke my hair in an unmistakable gesture of comfort.
     
    “No, you weren’t having a bad dream,” Travis jumped up, grinned excitedly.  “You were having a wet dream … about me.  You were moaning and groaning, touching yourself and calling my name!”
     
    I was about to tell him that I wasn’t in the mood for his jokes when I noticed that all of the other guys were just staring at me.  As soon as I met his eye, Scott looked away uncomfortably.
     
    Angel ended the awkward silence by announcing quietly, “Guys, I think it is time for you to go.”  She looked over at Chad gave him a look that clearly was a request for assistance.
     
    Just as Travis began to protest, Chad sprang up and steered him towards the door.  Ethan and Scott hastily followed and began talking animatedly about an upcoming rock festival.  I had the distinct impression that it was a tactic to distract Travis and it worked - he began to proclaim how many times he would get laid during the festival.  Scott shot me a sideways glance and lifted up his hand in an awkward wave before following Ethan and Travis out of the apartment.
     
    “I will call you in the morning,” Angel said to Chad softly with an apologetic shrug. 
     
    “Okay. Night Angel.  Night Issy,” he replied, a look of confusion and concern etched on his handsome face and then he was gone.
     
    “Are you okay?” Angel asked, turning back to me. Her voice was barely a whisper and her eyes were gently probing into mine. “You just don’t seem yourself today.”
     
    I closed my eyes, afraid that she would see the image of that face that seemed to be burned into my memory. Then my thoughts jumped back to Travis’ crass comments.
     
    “Oh god, tell me that it was only a bad dream and not what Travis said,” I begged her, my eyes flying open wide.
     
    “Well, no … not exactly,” she said, squirming in her seat under my horrified gaze.
     
    “What do you mean?” I cried, my hands flying to my face.
     
    Angel couldn’t have looked any more uncomfortable as she shrugged and cast her eyes down to her hands in her lap.  “You … you weren’t calling out Travis’ name but … um … from the noises and … actions that you were making, it was obvious that you were … having sex in your dream,” her voice trailed off and her face blushed a deep shade of red.  I’d never seen her look so mortified.
     
    I buried my head in my hands to hide my own embarrassment.  I knew exactly who I’d been dreaming about having sex with.  Angel had heard me having sex loads of times - I wasn‘t exactly quiet when I let go.  Hell, she had unwittingly caught me in the act on a few occasions but we had always laughed it off, without any awkwardness between us.  I wondered why this was so