Emily's pov
I gasped as I woke up, my heart jamming in my chest.
I blinked as the sunlight streamed into my room, nearly blinding me.
I stared at the empty spot beside me. Where he laid last night.
I reach out and touched the spot.
It's still warm which told me Bryson had just left.
I touched my cheek, shaking my head with a smile when I felt some of his saliva still on my cheek.
Of course he left me a parting gift in his Bryson old fashion way.
But the smile leaves my face when I realized the spot between my neck and shoulder was still tingling.
So was it not a dream after all?
Did it really happen?
I shivered by the thought of Bryson and I-
A loud knock to my door interrupted my thoughts.
"Emily, you're going to be late for school!" Mom's voice filtered through the door.
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