I close my eyes.
Tonight, I’ll take Jinx’s advice to keep my enemies close and my secrets even closer.
Chapter Fifty-One
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It’s sweltering.
I’m burning up under something heavy and hot.
From somewhere outside of me, I sense that I’m trapped under a blanket, and I kick it off.
Perfect. Much better.
I go back to sleep.
What feels like seconds later, cold air gnaws at the bare skin of my arms and toes. It feels like I’m stuck in the Russian tundra. Half-conscious, I search for warmth again. Where did the comforter go?
I wiggle around until I make contact with something big and emitting heat.
Oooh. Much better.
Burrowing into the large heater, I return to sleep.
Minutes later, my heater starts moving around. I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or awake this time, but I instinctively latch on to keep it still. I don’t want to be cold again and I already lost my comforter once. I’m not going through that awful chill a second time.
My heater has hands because it starts prying at my fingertips. How strange.
I wrap my legs around it, holding it prisoner. “Stay,” I mumble.
It listens for a second.
A sleepy smile tugs at my lips and I fall back asleep. Weirdly, I can sense the heater vibrating even in my dreams. How big is this machine anyway?
I slide my hand over the length of it and then hear a deep, chilling voice warn, “If your hand goes any lower, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Prying my eyelids apart, I see the hazy vision of a man looking down at me. Black, messy hair falls just short of two thick, black eyebrows. Eyes the color of precious onyx stones drill into my face.
Huh. My body warmer looks like Finn.
I must be dreaming because there’s no way Finn would let me get this close to him in bed. Even if he did, my body wouldn’t be this calm about it.
Lately, Finn doesn’t have to do much to me before my heart starts racing. Sometimes, he just gives me that cold, princely look, and my watch is ready to flash yellow. It’s embarrassing.
I lift a finger and trace it down his nose and then across his high, protruding cheekbones.
Then I check my watch.
My heart continues beating at a slow, steady pace.
It’s confirmed. Iamdreaming.
Happiness surges through me. The grin must reflect on my face because Dream Finn arches a brow. That’s a very accurate representation of how Real Finn would look at me. It’s like he can’t decide if he should choke me or send me to the psych ward at any given moment.
My attention snags on Dream Finn’s lips. They’re incredibly sexy lips, and I didn’t appreciate them the first time I kissed him. To be fair, the first time I kissed him, I was disgusted. Now, I brush my nail over the rim of his mouth, tracing the deep V in the center.
“You have the best lips.” My words mush together, hardly understandable. “They’re so soft too. Unlike the rest of you.”
