BELLA’S POV
These days, it was hard to tell dreams apart from reality.
Mainly because I spent a lot of time sleeping, hiding from the harsh realities of the real world.
Besides, my dreams lately…. They weren’t so awful.
This particular one was bathed in a soft, golden glow—the kind of dream that wraps around you like a warm blanket in winter.
I was curled up on a chaise lounge, staring at the sunset as it cast orange, pink, and gold hues on the surface of the lake in the middle of a picturesque forest.
A pair of arms tightened around me, and I snuggled into a warm, firm chest—Nico’s.
His steady heartbeat pounded in my ears as we watched the sun descend in the sky, and an odd feeling bloomed in my chest—contentment. Happiness.
“It’s so beautiful,” I murmured, enraptured with the way the light danced on the surface of the lake like a pool of lava.
Nico kissed my hair. “It’s nothing compared to you.”