Page 13 of Trapped In You: A BWWM Romance

Her palm is smooth. Her fingers are soft.

That’s flesh.

That’s bone.

I squeeze harder.

Catherine grimaces. “Um…”

I drop her hand. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” She smiles sweetly even as she massages her fingers.

Okay. So… the people in my dream can feel pain.

That’s totally normal.

I chew on my bottom lip in thought.

So how can I prove that I’m me?

My reflection!

I snap my fingers. “Catherine, do you happen to have a mirror?”

“Sure.” She rummages through her bag. “I have so many things in here.”

I restlessly shift from one foot to the next. As soon as she sticks the compact mirror out, I snatch it and hold the reflection up.

That’s my face—dark skin, big brown eyes, big nose with a perky tip and thick, brown lips.

I’m not Kaz.

I’m me.

How is this possible?

My panic inches up another notch, moving from amused disbelief to something a little more disturbing.

I turn to Catherine. “You’re not real.”

“What?”

“You’re a figment of my imagination.”

She barks out a laugh.

“So if I slap you…” I raise my hand.

She ducks away from me. “Whoa. Stop.”

I lift my crazed eyes to her. “I’m dreaming.”

“Shanel, are you okay?”

No.

No, I’m not.

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