I wake up from my dream—or hallucination—and find myself laying on my back, hand laced in Seth's. Blinking, realizing it is still dark blue in the room, I wonder if I had slumbered for a few minutes or a full day. Seth squeezes my hand.
"How long was I out for?" I ask.
"Ten minutes."
From the corner of my eye I stare at the ring, first remembering my dream, then remembering what I have done with Seth. Hastily I remove my hand from his, lacing it with the other atop my stomach, and reckon that I can't lay in this bed next to him a moment longer. Everything is surreal—it's like I have committed a heinous crime and can't comprehend it. Truly, I cannot comprehend that I have slept with Seth.
I sit up but clammy hands grab my waist. Sparks sizzle under my skin and I'm charmed in place thoug
