I immediately said, "Listen to my explanation!"
He smiled, "Okay, explain yourself."
With him being so cooperative, I didn't know where to start.
The hotel staff was still waiting outside, Brandon glanced at me and then "shot" me in the forehead.
37.3°C.
He frowned and asked me, "Do you feel feverish or anything?"
I didn't react and just blurted out.
"Just my face feels a bit hot."
Thinking about the dream and my actions, I felt really embarrassed.
He paused, didn't say anything, and turned to put on a mask and talk to the staff at the door.
I saw that the tips of his ears were a bit red.
"It's a bit over 37 degrees, no other symptoms, probably just because I just woke up..."
He patiently explained to the staff.
I listened to the conversation outside, and scenes of him propped above me involuntarily floated in my mind.
But that was too much.
I couldn't help but bury my face in the pillow and kick excitedly.
Damn, Sarah Johnson, you're really something! I thought.
Right now, I felt a mix of excitement, shyness, embarrassment, and guilt, not to mention how complicated my feelings were.
Then Brandon came back and saw me having a fit on the bed.