Yeah, that always did it. A kiss always woke someone up, right?
But when she drew back, the dream hadn’t gone. She wasn’t suddenly awake in her bedroom.
He was still there.
She was still there.
She’d just kissed Cash Savage.
This wasn’t a dream.
Shit.
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Cash had no idea what was going on.
He sat very still, staring at Addie.
Who had just kissed him.
Addie. Kissed. Him.
Sure, it wasn’t the greatest kiss ever, just a brief press of her lips against his. But it had still made his body sit up and pay attention.
More attention than before, anyway.
Because it seemed like whenever he was in her presence, all he could see was her.
Touching her felt so right and that kiss felt like it was everything.
“This isn’t a dream,” she said croakily.
And it turned out that that kiss wasn’t everything to her, because she thought she was dreaming. Although, did that mean that she wanted to kiss him? And she’d only been brave enough because she thought this was a dream?
Hmm, that was a possibility.
“No,” he said. “It’s not.”
“Oh, God. I kissed Cash Savage, and it’s not a dream. Oh, God.”
He had to grin at the way she said his full name.
“Do you think you’re in a nightmare now?” he asked.
She nodded.
Ouch. He probably shouldn’t have asked that if he couldn’t handle the answer.
But the fact that she thought kissing him was a nightmare damaged his ego.
And his ego was generally pretty robust.
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, her voice cutting off at the end as she started to cough.
Frowning, he picked up her drink and pressed it to her mouth. She stared at him with wide eyes.
Yeah, he should probably pull back. He was being a bit too forceful.
