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His right hand moved, and he placed it on my stomach to push my shirt up to cover my breast with it again.

If this is what making out felt like, I wished I had done it before.

I didn’t want to wake up.

His lips were smooth and soft, gently moving against mine after every stroke of his tongue, dipping deeper each time.

His fingers were now pinching my nipple, twisting it until it sent shivers down my spine and electric shocks all the way down to my clit.

I wondered what it would feel like if he’d move his hips against mine, but since I was dreaming anyway, I could take matters into my own hands.

With my eyes still closed and his kiss deepening, I pushed my hips up to press my crotch against his.

A low growl escaped him, and when he moved, I cried out.

He left me, his lips left me, then I felt empty all of a sudden.

Dreams didn’t last forever, but as long as I didn’t open my eyes, I could continue to dream about him until I woke up.

13

I was able to tell when she wasn’t her usual self, and seeing her ignoring me, or blushing whenever I looked at her meant that something was wrong.

We had been walking for a while to get back to Jason’s cabin while Papa waited at camp for us to return with a quad and chainsaw.

I often turned to look at Vespyr, but when I tried to talk to her, she shrugged to answer or ignored my questions entirely.

“Is it because I had to tie you again last night?” I asked, stopping close to the end of the forest where the path would now lead down the hill toward Wiseman.

“You know why I did it. It’s to keep you safe,” I explained.

She wouldn’t look at me, and when I stepped closer to her, she took a step back with a deep frown between her brows.

“No, I just had a strange dream. That’s all.”

“Are you sure? Must’ve been an insanely strange dream if it makes you feel this way.”

She shrugged again. “I guess.”

Vespyr wasn’t one to keep her words to herself, and it was clear that something was bothering her.

“You can tell me anything, Ves. You know that,” I told her, taking one more step toward her and placing my hand on her cheek.

I ran my thumb along her skin, searching her face for some kind of answer.

“It’s just…” she started, letting out a sigh. “It felt so real. Like a fever dream,” she explained.

I kept studying her face closely, not wanting to miss one emotion in her wide eyes.

“What happened in that dream?” I asked, wanting to know more so I could try and help her understand what it meant.

“You were there. And you…” Another sigh, and her eyes dropped to my lips. “I don’t really wanna talk about it. It was stupid. Forget it,” she said.

“Like a fever dream, hm?”

She nodded.

“It means your brain works just fine, and that you’re alert even in your sleep. I have dreams like those too, you know? They’re normal. At least out here they are. Don’t be scared, okay?”

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