MINT
“I’m sorry… Mint” the soft feminine voice whispered into my ears.
Her touch sent cold shivers down my spine, I felt her hands tighten around my arm, her fingers digging into my flesh, her smell filled my nostrils and this time, and I could see her long chestnut hair sprawled on the bed.
But I still couldn’t see her face.
I opened my eyes with a frustrated grunt, wincing as I sat up on the bed. For the past two months, I haven’t gotten past this point.
A dream that felt so real where a female always lay beside me. I could feel her skin, was already familiar with her smell, I could even see her hair but could never see her face.
At first I thought I was dreaming about Mira my supposed mate, but as time went on, I realized the female in my dream was a completely different person.
