Twin Souls

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Soft lips were pressed against my cheek and the scent of coral washed over me. That was a nice scent. I liked it, it reminded me of the sea. Did Devon buy a new shampoo? If he did, I liked it. I should tell him to stick with it.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” I muttered back, curling up in his arms. Hmmm. He was so soft. Wait… Soft? Was Devon ever soft?

I sleepily opened my eyes and stared into a set of breathtakingly deep eyes framed by blonde locks. Huh? This wasn’t Devon, was it?

“Did I wake you?” the woman asked softly, her fingers swiping over my cheek. So was it her that smelled like coral? Why was she stroking my face? What was happening?

“Umm…”

“I’m sorry, you just looked so cute,” she whispered. Before I could open my mouth to ask what was going on, pink lips were softly placed on mine. Whoever it was, whatever this was, kissed me. Oh so gently. So tenderly, it made my heart ache a little. If only Devon kissed me like that.

“Did you sleep alright?” the woman asked, her breath tickling my skin.

“Yes?”

“I’m glad, you seemed tired last night.”

“I was,” I murmured, staring at the face hovering over me. She looked like an angel. Was she an angel? Oh, maybe this was a dream. Oh no, thinking it was a dream during a dream was never good.

Quick, unthink that, Tate!

Not wanting to wake up, I pressed my eyes shut, hoping to fall deeper into the dream. Maybe fall into this woman, whoever she was. But I was certain I knew her. Not just knew her. That I loved her.

My heart burst as she captured my lips again, the fresh scent of coral filling my senses. Enwrapping me. It felt so good, so perfect, so right. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want her to stop.

“You still tired?”

I wanted to say no, but somehow, I nodded yes. I was tired. I could feel it. My eyes were heavy, my mind hazy. But I didn’t want to leave this dream behind. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and the idea of waking up, made my heart ache. I didn’t want to wake up.

“Sleep some more, my love,” the blonde murmured, kissing my eyelids tenderly. I wanted to tell her I didn’t want to sleep, that I wanted to stay here with her a little more. But the fluttery sound in my stomach made way for a deep and insistent haze. I was falling, for her, from her. Sleep was calling and I couldn’t but answer.