RALI
I woke up to something hard tapping against my lips.
A groggy moan slipped out with my eyes still closed as I attempted to turn away from the disturbance. What on earth was bothering my sleep?
"Open your lips, Rali," his voice commanded me, soft and gentle.
A bolt of memory cracked through the fog, causing me to remember I was in his bed when I didn't want to be.
I forced my eyes open—or tried to. But my vision was unclear. My lids felt too heavy.
What was happening to me? Why was the sleep pressing down on my limbs, making it impossible for me to fully come awake?
The tap against my lips came again.
"Open, Rali," he coaxed, not impatient, just amused
This must be one of my dreams. Would explain why I was feeling this weak.
I couldn't believe I was having one of the stu
