The dream is thick and hazy, so full of sensation that I can’t help but arch into it. I’m aware I’m dreaming of Killian, of his breath on my neck, of his body being so close that the heat radiates from his skin. I should be disgusted, revolted, cringing away and rousing myself, but the last thing I want to do is wake up. This is the only place that’s safe anymore, lost inside my dreams, letting myself acknowledge the desires that only ever seem to bring me shame and suffering.
