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Icouldn’t help it, when I’d been playing with his hair, staring down at his serene face, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, I’d wondered what it would be like.
He’d constantly been touching me throughout the date whenever he had the chance, brushing the back of his hand on my arm or leg when offering me food or drink.
And I’d done the same. It was like we were magnetically drawn to one another.
I’d been so scared and nervous as I’d bent down, but the need to see what it felt like was too much, and I’d kissed him.
It had been perfect, and he’d kissed me back, deepening it as he pulled me on top of him. Definitely not what I’d expected from my nervous hellhound, but I loved it.
Now I lay on his chest, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the moment. After all the food and chocolate milk, I was growing drowsy, and this felt too perfect to end.
“You cannot trust him, Lily.”
I turned to find myself in the clearing once more with the eerie red pool.
“Who?” I asked as I looked to my father while he stood scanning the scorched, twisted trees around us.
“You know who,” he hissed.
“My hellhounds?” I murmured, perplexed by his odd behavior as he continued to keep a keen eye out. Like he was expecting trouble at any second.
“No, you can always trust them. You must go now, it’s not safe. But take care, daughter, and watch your back. The time is growing nearer, and I fear I cannot protect you,” he said with urgency.
“Growing nearer? What time? What’s coming?” I demanded answers as I balled my hands into fists.
But the scene was fading, and I called out to him, begging him to tell me what was going on.
I was met with only darkness.
I awoke, blinking groggily from the nap. I was still sprawled on Bug’s chest, and he’d closed his eyes.
His horns had receded, but I found myself staring at him, at the contented look on his face, his arms still wrapped around me. For a moment, I thought he was asleep, but then one eye opened, and he cracked a small smile at me.
Right. They didn’t sleep.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, groaning inwardly.
“A little while. You must’ve needed it,” he murmured.
“You could’ve woken me.”
“You looked too peaceful, besides, I don’t mind holding you,” he chuckled.
“Didn’t you get bored?” I frowned.
“No. I did think of some more ideas for my story though,” he admitted.
I cracked a grin at this. I wondered if it was some romantic aspects?
“We should head inside though, night will fall quite soon, and dinner won’t be far off,” he said with a sigh.
I nodded, knowing he was right, but I was enjoying this moment in his arms.
My mind moved to my vivid dream. My second one like that. Was it just a dream though? Why would I have a dream like that? And why did my father look the same in both? I’d never known what he looked like.
I took a few more moments lost in thought before I climbed up off his chest.
