TALIA
I woke up much later than usual the next morning. My body was uncomfortably hot, the blood pulsing through me possibly boiling. I threw the covers off my hot, sweat-covered body, and luxuriated as cool air touching my flushed skin. My nerves were so sensitive. I let out a moan as my fingers traced the outline of my ribcage, electricity sparking under my fingertips with every slight touch.
When I slowly began to gain consciousness, I started recalling the vivid details of the dream that I’d awoken from. It’d been a nice dream, of Alex’s muscular, naked body—his very broad shoulders, strong and protective arms, massive pecs planted above the sculpted ridges of his abdominal muscles. The dream was so realistic—I even recalled how it felt as he pressed against me, his skin rubbing agai
