Jules
I felt someone slip into my bed, and I told myself it was a dream even though I had my eyes open in the darkness.
The scent that enveloped me was Ryan, but I told myself there was no way he was the one behind me, not after everything.
My body went still, every muscle locking in place like if I didn’t move, it wouldn’t be real. His warmth pressed lightly against my back, not demanding, not crowding me or anything, just there. He was familiar in a way that made my chest ache.
A slow breath brushed the back of my neck, then another one came.
I swallowed hard the lump that had formed in my tight throat. Dreams didn’t smell like soap and sweat and him. Dreams didn’t make my skin prickle like this.
It wouldn't even make me this aware of him, now, would it?
One arm slid around my
