Am I Dreaming?

I glanced up at whoever caught me and fell into those grey eyes again. I was so pissed right then and I don't even know how my emotions changed so fast.
I get my thoughts making me see him like a hallucination, but there is no way in hell my thoughts can let me actually feel his arms.
I'm losing my mind! Their going to have to check me into an insane asylum and I would have to where one of those strait jackets and sit in a cushioned room as I slowly continued to lose my mind!
"Freya." he said, raising an eyebrow at me. Oh great now I hear his voice! Damn him and his voice that makes me delirious and even more crazy that I have it trapped inside my mind.
"Freya, your not losing your mind." he said, rolling his eyes as his mouth twitched into a smile. I couldn't help it, I just stared as his lips as mine parted.
Then another thought flashed into my mind in a split second.
He can read my thoughts too!?
What else is my mind capable of!
"Freya stop." he said, pulling me outside before I had the chance to by my coffee. It's just a dream, I'm still sleeping on the couch. I never woke up this morning or the day James came back. I was just dreaming, just dreaming.
"Your not dreaming!" He said loud enough so that I could hear over the roar of my thoughts.
"Oh yeah?!" I yelled at him, grabbing his coffee and throwing it on his shirt. He jumped, cursing like usual.
"How does that prove your not dreaming?!" he said, wringing his shirt out which was a waste of time. Black coffee doesn't come out of a shirt like that. D****t, now I could see his chest. Even my dreams know how to picture good.
"I'm dreaming!" I said out loud, "I would never do that awake, I'm to much of a coward!" I was right, I was a coward, I would be afraid that I would be hit.
"Freya." he growled at me. "Your.Not.Dreaming." he said each word slowly and distinctively.
"Yes I am!" I said again, throwing my hands over my face. "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming!" I yelled into my hands.
He pulled my hands away, grabbing me and kissing me right on the spot. I stopped talking and just enjoyed his lips on mine.
His warm lips which tasted the same as they did before, his strong arms wrapped around my petite figure, and his body pressed against mine.
They were so good.
That's when I realized it, I wasn't dreaming, I was awake. I'm awake and James is back in my life. James my ex-boyfriend, James my first love, James my crush and/or maybe the person I was in love with.
And I just threw black coffee all over him in a pathetic attempt to figure out if I was dreaming or not.
I pulled away and my eyes widened. "Oh my.." I murmured out loud, looking down at his shirt which was now ruined. "I''m..I'm....sorry." I choked out, making it sound like I was a cat drowning.
He glanced around slowly, before sighing and grabbing my hand as he pulled me away from the curious glances we were getting.
He pulled me into his car. It was a sleek black BMW, with soft seats and a stereo that was new, not the one that came with the car.
There were a few things on the floor, like trash, but nothing really gross.
"How did you know what I was thinking?" I said, saying the first thing I could think of because I couldn't stand the silence.
"I just know you and I saw your expression." he stated as if it was obvious, which to me it wasn't.
"James, answer me truthfully, was I dream when I kissed you yesterday?" I asked, not sure which I was hoping for.
"You were awake." he said, pulling to a stop in front of my house and turning to look at me.
I turned my head to look at him and cringed as the bruise on my neck made my head hurt.
"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at me with narrowed eyes.
I put a hand over my neck to hide the bruise. "Uh, of course!" I lied. He moved my hand and tilted my head so my long brown hair covered the bruise.
He sighed, moving my head gently as if it would break. He pulled the side of my top down slowly, looking at the bruise.
"Who did this to you?" he asked, a frown on his face.
"Uh, I tripped and hit the door." I lied again and he frowned.
"That's such bullshit!" he said. "Was it him?" he spat, but not at me.
"Who?" I asked, trying to pull away, but he pulled me closer so that I was sitting on his lap.
"Your husband, Matt." he said, looking beyond furious. He looked livid, it was scary and I felt myself cowering away.
His eyes softened and so did his face and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. He pulled me closer to him and letting me bury my face in his shirt as I started to cry.
"Was it him?" he asked and whimpered a yes.
"It was my fault, I didn't listen to him and he got angry." I said, wiping my eyes.
"Why are you still with him? Why haven't you run away or gotten help?" he asked.
"He'll find me. He'll kill me and I'm afraid!" I cried.
"You've got to get away."
"But he'll change, I know he will!"
He lifted my chin and pulled his face to mine, kissing me. His kiss was different than when Matt had kissed me, before I had felt nothing but a little tingle up my spine.
Right now, my whole body was on fire and I was all tingly in the good way.
I pulled him closer to me and ran my hands through his hair. He pulled back from me just long enough to pull me into the back and kiss me more fiercely....