Wilona's POV
We slumped on the bed, catching our breath after the heated make-out session in the shower. He sighed in contentment as he scooped me closer to his warm, naked body. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I lean on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rhythmically matching mine and lulling me to sleep.
“Wilona.” I felt a persistent shake on my shoulder and a heavy breath.
I jumped in a startle, breathing hard from the nightmare.
“You were having a bad dream again, screaming Aiyana repeatedly. Do you want to talk about it?” Konrad asked, concern laced in his voice.
‘Wilona, you have been waking up from these dreams for a while now. You have been avoiding telling him and you need to tell him.’ Aiyana whined.
‘I can’t and I would appreciate it if you stop reminding me every single
