And give up the dream?my mind whispered. The image flooded my senses—Kyer’s closeness, his hand on my leg, the delicious feeling of anticipation deep within that lingered upon awaking. As my Other, Brin could touch me without it seeming improper, but I’d never felt with her the way I had with Kyer in the dream. I’d face any inquisition if only to feel it again.
Thinking fast, I explained, “I woke early this morning for some reason. I guess I just feel a little off today.”
“Before the chime?” Brin narrowed her eyes as she studied me. “That can’t be good. Did you take your pills last night?”
“What? Of course.” I gave her a strange look as if to say, Are you mad?“Didn’t you?”
Her smile slid shyly into view. “Every night. Maybe you need a higher dose. That happened to me once.”
I turned to her, interested now. “When?”