Date = 9 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Melaena
I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion and I take a deep breath, enjoying the familiar fragrance. What a great dream — I kissed Damion. Not that I haven’t dreamed it before, but this time is different — it felt more real. I softly touch my lips. So real.
I roll onto my back with a big smile and open my eyes slowly, not wanting to let this dream end.
“Good, you’re up.” I look lovingly at the guy sitting on the side of the bed. This really is an almost perfect dream.
“I was getting tired of your snoring.” I jump up, pulling the covers with me. I look around frantically. This is not my room. And just like that, reality hits me and the asshole is back.
“I don’t snore!” He laughs and then hands me a cu
