Chapter fourteen
I was sleeping, and I got caught in my dream; hypnotic, sweet and languid, like melted butter.
His arms lifted me and led me into our usual waltz.
“I could fall in love with you,” I whispered, sinking my head in the groove between his shoulder and his neck.
“Lucky you” he whispered.
I moved slightly away from him, in order to look at his face. “Why do you say that?”
“You can still choose,” he explained, kissing me on the cheek. I laughed and bent my neck, begging a kiss of a different kind, but dreams are jerks and go their own way. He didn’t kiss me on my mouth, as I would have liked.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
He frowned. “I’d better not.”
“Why?” I was confused by his reaction.
“Because, because... You look like a child,” he grumbled. While dancing, he bent
