(Elodie)
I swear I could feel him. The way his lips brushed against mine, how his fingertips gripped my chin firmly, and the way his warm breath fanned against my skin.
I've had this dream so many times before. My mind always wandered to places I knew it would never go in real life. But this time, it was different. Instead of Hudson being the one I was kissing, it was Beckett.
I awoke with a gasp, my eyes snapping open as I sat up in bed, looking around my room anxiously.
It felt so real. Maybe because it was mere hours ago that it really happened. I kissed Beckett Storm last night.
I swear I could still taste him on my lips. The way they tingled caused my hand to reach up and touch them as I glanced toward my door frowning.
That's when I saw the sliver of light peeking through.
