Page 158 of Mayhem and Minnie

Hmm. Yes. That must be it. I like the assertive part of her as much as I like the coy persona she has going on most times. Perhaps I even want her to be more assertive—to tell me in no uncertain terms that she wants me as much as I want her.

But fighting? Minnie fighting? It’s my job to keep her safe, not the other way around.

“Right. Let’s say these are some soulless creatures or whatever. Why are they here?”

She doesn’t miss a beat this time as she answers.

“They’re here for me.”

“For you?” I chuckle. “These dried up mummies are here for you?”

Ludicrous.

Even more so than the image of her fighting.

I wonder if Supernatural had a creature that resembles these soulless beings. Perhaps I’m using that hidden knowledge to project them into my mind as the big bad that needs defeating. Although, to be perfectly honest, I don’t remember seeing anything like this in my life. Not on TV or anywhere else.

That doesn’t mean I’ll let some imaginary ugly-ass beings get to my Minnie.

Extending my arm, I push her back behind me.

“Let me handle this,” I tell her confidently.

It’s my dream. That means I can defeat these creatures and save the day. Perhaps I’ll even get a kiss for my valiant deeds—a kiss on the lips this time. I’m getting tired of those sample kisses on the cheek—even though I’ve only had two.

I’m getting greedy. I sigh.

It is what it is. I’ve come to accept my weaknesses where it concerns her.

So what if it’s just a dream? I’ll take what I can get. And if my mind cooperates, mayhap dream Minnie will be willing to shed some of her clothes, maybe even let me touch her…

Ah, the possibilities are endless.

And since I already have her naked form imprinted on my retina, it will not be hard to imagine her like that.

Once more, I berate my past self for being so uptight. I could have had her walking around naked all the time without too much effort if I hadn’t told her off that day.

Focus, Marlowe. This is your moment to shine.

And besides, perhaps it’s better that I told her to keep her clothes on at all times. It will make the victory that much sweeter when I finally get to remove them myself.

After I buy that damned ring, of course.

Fuck.

I glance at her and force my mind to manifest a ring on her finger in the dream.

I squint hard, but nothing happens. Her hand is as bare as before, no matter how much I try to picture a big diamond gleaming atop her ring finger—only the best for my girl.

Double fuck. Dream rules must be more stringent than I thought.

Alas, the big bad will not be defeated anytime soon if I dally too much.

Taking a deep breath, I run toward the formation.

“Marlowe!” Minnie screams after me, her voice tinged with surprise.

Watch this, dream Minnie! I’ll save you from these disgusting creatures and then I’ll claim my kiss.

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