Ryan

The next morning…

I shoot upright in bed, my eyes scanning the entire bedroom. Alone. I’m alone. Dream. It’s a dream. My heart pummels my chest as I struggle for breath.

Was it Carter or Lewis? Which one was it, and how could I not tell the difference?

I should know the difference. It felt real, his touch and kiss. Who was it?

I will my breath to even out. I know why I had this dream. Lewis’s admission stirs up feelings. I love them both in their ...