Except he’s not pulling away from me. He’s shifting his wrist so he can weave our fingers together. The sensation of his fingers interlocking with mine makes tingles spread up my spine.
I give his hand a squeeze and look up with a watery smile. “Finn?”
He grunts.
“Someday,” I swear to him and to myself, “someday, this will happen to me for real with someone who loves me.”
Finn blinks, and then his eyes dip to my mouth.
I hold perfectly still as he leans forward inch by inch. Why is he moving in slow motion? Am I about to wake up?
Please don’t let me wake up…
Closer.
Please.
Closer.
Dream Finn’s lips caress mine with a gentleness Real Finn couldneverexpress. His left hand cradles my face. His touch is shaky, as if he’s doing his best to be as light and tender as he can with me.
And my watch beeps.
Dream Finn pulls back, his eyes slicing to my watch in alarm, but I’m not ready for him to stop. My watch has beeped in my dreams before. Normally it’s during a nightmare and it wakes me up.
But this is not a nightmare.
This is the best dream I’ve ever had, and I donotwant it to end.
I surge forward, closing the distance between us and planting my mouth on his. I’m used to kissing Finn in real life, but something about this dream kiss is different.
I can’t put my finger on why.
And then it hits me.
This time, Finn is kissing me back.
Dream Finn is just as commanding and intense as Real Finn. He takes control immediately and swipes his tongue across my bottom lip.
The deepest parts of my soul stir awake, and I groan.
He responds by raking his hands through my hair and gathering me up by the neck, pulling me forward. Finn’s skin ishot enough to burn, and while his lips are soft, his kisses are not. He devours my mouth, his kisses incessant, balancing on a knife’s edge between hunger and harm.
I feel a sense of overwhelm, a snapping of restraint, as if whatever decision that allowed him to be gentle with me before is gone now.
My head slams into the pillow as he changes the angle to kiss me harder.
It’s aggressive.
Hot.
Deadly.
And I want more.
My watch keeps beeping as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me. The bed rocks, and I don’t even realize he’s climbing over me until I feel myself sinking into the mattress. His hands settle around my hips, and I fuse my body to his, moaning when I feel the friction of hard against soft.
My heart is racing.
