I have no idea where I am, but as soon as I feel the warmth around my body, that suddenly doesn't matter.
A muscular arm is draped around my waist and the sunlight peeking through the window adds to the brightness of my dream.
My heart flutters in my chest, even though I know deep down this isn't real. It's okay, because these types of dreams are my favorite.
I move closer to the warmth, trying to get the dream-man to envelop me whole.
He's laying down with his head turned the other way. All I can see through my distorted vision is his body, the way it slightly stirs in his sleep too, and his arm, which tightens around me as I move closer.
His whole arm is now around my waist–with the other one under my head–and I bathe in the comfort. I can't see his face since I've now re-closed my eyes, but I feel the way his head rests on mine. One of my arms rests upon his body too, causing the mystery man to let out a soft chuckle.
That deep rumble wraps around me like the finest velvet and silk that not even money can buy.
I nuzzle my head under his, but before I know it, the warmth is gone. All I'm left with is the return to dark, void realm of dreamless sleep.
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Forevermore
RomanceIndi, an aspiring artist and the daughter of one of the best baseball players of all time, is in her junior year of high school. She's always stressed over keeping up with her academics, but something about this year is different. The anxiety is at...
