“Did you see my note?” “I did…I didn’t think…you meant it.” “I did. I’ve been dreaming of this,” he thickly says, his knuckles now trailing down to the curve of my jaw, to the crook of my neck, while his other hand gently grips my waist. “You’ve been dreaming of me?” I inhale deeply when I feel his fingers loosen on my waist and brush over the curve of my hip. He exhales a heavy breath as he nods. “Every night.”
