Before I pried open an eye, I thought I was riding a wild horse through a vast, open field, the wind whipping against my face, making me feel weightless and free. The dream felt so real, as if I were soaring, the ground a distant memory beneath the pounding hooves. But as my heavy eyelids reluctantly parted, the vivid illusion faded, and reality anchored me. I was not riding a horse. Instead, I was nestled against Jason’s chest, his arms gripping me firmly, securing me as he moved with ...