HAZEL

I couldn’t tell if I was imagining his touch on my face or dreaming it but regardless of which one it might be, I was too scared to open my eyes to conform. Afraid that it will be snatched away from me and I will return to the cold reality that I will never feel his touch again.

When I felt his fingers combing through my hair, soothing me into an even deeper state. I moved into his embrace, my eyes fluttering open before the rest of me could cooperate. Our eyes immediately met ...