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"I should stop," I groaned under my breath, "reacting like a teenage boy and it's better if I start acting accordingly to my age!"
Brushing off my thoughts, I walked into the dining area fully dressed and outwardly composed.
I had already convinced myself that the dream meant nothing, that it was just a product of a restless mind and a weak moment, but the illusion of control shattered the second my eyes landed on her sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of her.
She looked completely normal.
Too normal.
Her hair was tied loosely, her sweater modest and soft, covering every inch that my traitorous mind had stripped bare only hours ago, and yet my body reacted instantly, because instead of seeing her the way she was now, calm, distant and untouched.
I saw her th
