Jerome jerked awake with a yell. He looked around him and looked down at his stomach. He lifted his shirt and realised that his skin was untouched, except for some marks from Mason's punches. He rose his fingers to his hair and raked them through his soaked hair. He looked down at his distressed reflection in the pond and exhaled.
"It was just a dream. It was a dream," he whispered and sat back. "Ciara would never do that. I've known her long enough."
He stood up in a staggering manner and made his way back to the camp. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out slowly and rolled his eyes at the identity of his caller. He sighed and answered the call.
"Yes?"
"My boyfriend doesn't want to talk to me. What do I do? Please speak to him, let him forgive me. Please, Jerome. If wh
