The answer was obvious, I dreamt of blue eyes, holding my hand and sneaking sweet kisses. Carrying my books and kissing my cheeks. And then I dreamt of dark smoldering brown eyes that pushed me to my limits. Rough and rowdy passion and stolen kisses. I dreamt of them both and they were so different but I secretly wanted both dreams to be true.
Darcy made me feel want in a way I never had and Declan made me feel safe and secure in his arms. I slap my forehead while laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, what the hell am I going to do?
I start by getting up and getting ready for the day. After my shower I am standing in front of my closet staring into the abyss. I have no idea what to wear today. I mean I already have my outfit for work and school picked out but not knowing where we are
