Waiting for Her, Stubbornly

What kind of love could drive someone to dream with that kind of heat?

 

In her dream, Everett was intense and obsessed. He broke through her resistance, his passion melting her into a puddle of spring water.

 

When Aurora woke up, she was drenched in sweat.

 

Winter in Country S was much warmer than in Country Y. She'd gone to bed in thick thermal pajamas, so waking up sweaty wasn't exactly surprising.

 

Frustrated, she sat up and smacked her forehead.

 

"Damn it, what kind of dream was that?"

 

A steamy one—no doubt.

 

Aurora felt a wave of embarrassment. Seriously, what kind of perv dreams like that? Was it just because it had been too long… since she'd been with a man? Or maybe… she just missed him that much?

 

They'd never even truly been together, and Aurora was sure that whatever feelings they had would eventually fade with time.