Angeline
“Angeline, are you okay?” he asked and I opened my eyes, realising it was all a dream. Damnit!
Sitting up fast, I looked at him, a stream of deep pants still leaving my parted lips. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be okay? Hey, you woke me up, not cool!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to put myself together and stop sounding like a hot-mess.
Why was he once again shirtless? Was he doing this to distract me and drive me nuts? Why was it so hot in here?
“You were calling for me, asking me to come inside,” he said, sitting at the edge of my bed and looking intently at me as if I were hurt or under attack.
“No, I wasn't. You are imagining things. You were dreaming about it,” I told him.
He exhaled frustrated, “Angeline, did you have a nightmare?”
“Oh-Yes. I thin
