June.

Oh– I am dreaming again.

My eyes are shut as I bask in the steamy kiss, my breath stolen right out of my chest. This dream… I was dreaming, right? Because It felt real though. Too real.

I slide my hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer, greedily. His scent floods my nostrils, warm and familiar, intoxicating. God, I've missed his touch more than I'll ever admit.

I feel his hand glide under my gown, his fingertips trailing up my thigh—slow, teasing, claiming.

"God— you ...