Marsai:
My chest rose and fell in rapid breaths as I pressed a shaky palm over my heart, trying to steady myself.
It felt like I had just sprinted a marathon—my body still buzzing with the lingering intensity of whatever I had just seen.
What the hell? That was just a dream? Then why did it feel so damn real?
Hana must have noticed because, in the next moment, she rushed over, settling beside me on the bed.
I flinched.
Her brows knitted in concern. “Marsai? What’s wrong? You’re sweating like crazy…”
She leaned in, gently wiping the sheen of sweat from my forehead and cheeks. Then, tilting her head with a playful smirk and furrowed brows, she teased, “So, what was it? A dream about you screwing the triplets so much you actually liked—”
“No! Just stop!” I cut her off with a sharp ga
