Fingers feather my skin, and I twist my face in protest. The sun didn’t poke at my arms and legs, so I presumed it was pretty early in the morning. Why would anyone or anything be up at this ungodly hour? Deep in peaceful sleep, I silently wondered why something kept touching my face, like a loose thread hanging over my head.
Frustratedly, I slapped it out of the way and popped open my eyes, ready to devour whatever it was that woke me out of my sleep. But as Trevor's innocent eyes stared into mine, his messy hair falling onto his face, my annoyance quickly faded away.
I blew out a breath before smiling softly. Shaking my head, I let out a soft moan as I raised my arms and wrapped them around him.
“I was about to shred you to pieces, I was having such a good dream,” I groaned and he chu
