Soft bed
Strong arms
Masculine scent
And butter-soft kisses
Alana stirred awake from her sleep, sensing all of these the very next morning. And what’s more amazing? They all belonged to her Marty. She despised the idea of opening her eyes. She wondered what if she opened her eyes and realized that the last two days were just a projection of her mind. What if she was back from her dream to face the harsh reality? She laid there still.
Then she felt rough and calloused fingers gently brushing her cheekbones.
“How long are you going to pretend like you are sleeping, Violet?”
It’s him. He is still here. That means it is not a dream.
“I can clearly see your eyeballs moving here and there like a mouse.”
“I am not pretending..” Alana slowly opened her eyes with a sly smile.
“You
