The dream I was embroiled in felt like sunlight — soft, warm, and impossibly real.
We were on the ice but it wasn’t cold. Somehow, the rink lights had dimmed into golden halos, and Ryans was there grinning that stupidly perfect grin of his as he glided toward me.
His hands slid to my waist, steady, confident, like he always knew exactly where to find me. The world around us blurred until it was just the two of us — his breath brushing my skin, our laughter echoing in the space between heartbeats.
When he leaned towards me, I could feel the faint chill of his lips before the warmth took over.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a promise — quiet, unspoken, and terrifyingly beautiful.
Then, just as he whispered my name against my mouth—
I woke up.
The sound of my own laugh as I did startle
