“Isabella? Isabella!”
My eyelashes fluttered when I quickly opened my eyes, and then my heart sank at the realization that the kiss happened in my dream. How the hell did I fall asleep when it was just a few minutes’ drive from his home to the supermarket? When I glanced at his reaction, he was bewildered.
“Isabella, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Why are you crying?”
I shook my head while wiping the tears using the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I was pitiful and hopeless for this one-sided love that I daydreamed about him kissing me.
“A nightmare,” I replied, and suddenly he squeezed my hand and then he smiled at me.
But then, I was more surprised when he gave me a comforting hug, and even if it was done in a friendly manner, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss we shared in my dream.
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