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The words barely register in my sleepy state, and for a moment, I think I might be dreaming.

It takes a second for me to remember falling asleep in Brent's arms. They're still wrapping around me but looser than before. He's out cold.

Then I hear him again.

“Zoey…” He groans.

The sound of his deep, timber voice hit between my thighs.

He's so close—his chest still pressed against my back.

The way he said my name warms me in places that it shouldn’t. “You’re making it so hard to keep my hands to myself,” he mutters in his sleep.

He fidgets just slightly in his spot, but his sleepy state doesn’t change.

My belly flips, and any morning haze I might have had wears off instantly.

“Brent?” I say softly.

I wait for a moment, but there’s no response.

I can hear his deep sleep breathing.

He’s talking in his sleep like he told me he does.

And he's dreaming of me?

I wiggle a little in my spot to see if my light movement might cause him to wake. I almost feel like I’m spying on something I shouldn’t be. But hearing him say that it’s hard to keep his hands to himself makes me wonder what else he might say.

Can I trust any of it, though?

Dreams aren’t reality.

They’re as far from it as you can get.

Then I feel it—his bulge pressing against my ass.

Oh my God.

I heard he's "packing" from the gossip mills in our school and sure enough, the rumors are true.

“Zoe… let me keep you forever,” he mutters, then shifts tighter against my backside.

My thighs clench together at his words, and I bite back a moan, not wanting to wake him.

But then again, it's wrong to let this continue while he isn't conscious? Surely, he wouldn't say any of this if he were awake.

His arms squeeze me tighter, pulling me even tighter against his hard cock which isn't doing anything to stop the dampness now filling my panties.

I want more of his touch, and that’s a problem since the only touch I should want is Liam’s.

He warned me that he sometimes talks in his sleep, but he never mentioned that he could get me dripping wet without being conscious.

This man should come with a warning label.

I arch my back into him, feeling his heat and his erection slide between my cheeks.

I let out a whimper, slapping a hand across my mouth to block the sound but then I hear him groan too.

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