Chapter 53

Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, "I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me."?

―Peter S. Beagle,?The Last Unicorn

Charlotte was having the most exquisite dream. It was snowing outside, and she was in a warm bed, the curtains half-closed, and a man was kissing her neck. His hot body was flush against hers from behind. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and tilted her head to give him better access to the sensitive spot just behind her ear, which sent powerful shivers down the rest of her body.

"Yes," she whispered in encouragement. Her dream lover murmured something she couldn't understand, and his dark, warm chuckle against her ear made her feel like she was doing something wicked in the best possible way.