Chapter 19
Lily's POV.
I bolted upright in bed, my heart hammering and sweat soaking my pajamas. My sheets were a tangled mess, and I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand as the echoes of my dream, intense, electric, achingly real, faded into memory.
It took me a moment to remember where I was. My breathing slowed as I sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at the soft glow of the nightstand lamp. It was only a dream, I reminded myself, though my pulse still raced with its heat. I swallowed hard. A dream about Joe Wellington, of all people. How was that even possible, when I had Mark by my side?
"You have a boyfriend, Lily. A good one. A sweet one. One who actually wants you."
Still, the disappointment was real. I hated that I had woken up just before the c****x, literally and
