The Dream
272 Words
Chapter 15
He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Funny. It doesn’t feel like bad luck to me.”
When his fingers brushed mine across the table, sparks shot up my arm, stealing my breath.
I pulled away as quickly as possible, but the truth was undeniable—concentration was impossible when he was this close.
That night, I dreamed of him.
We stood under silver moonlight, the world hushed around us. His hands framed my face, his eyes glowing like molten gold.
“Mine,” he whispered, before his lips captured mine in a kiss that stole everything—air, thought, resistance.
I woke gasping, my sheets tangled around me, heart pounding. It was just a dream. It had to be.
But the echo of his voice—mine—clung to me long after the morning sun rose.
And when I walked into school, his gaze found me instantly, searing through me with a look that said he knew.
Knew exactly what I’d dreamed.
The message buzzed on my phone at lunch: Meet me behind the gym. It’s urgent.
I hurried there, breathless, only to stop dead.
Sabrina. And him.
Too close. Her hand rested on his chest, her lips brushing dangerously near his cheek. She looked up just in time to catch my stunned expression, and her smirk was victorious.
“Oh no,” she said sweetly, “you weren’t supposed to see this.”
Tears burned my eyes. My chest felt hollow.
I turned and fled, ignoring his voice calling after me, desperate, raw. “Wait—it’s not what you think!”
But I was already running.
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