Chapter 153 A Dream

• My lips parted as Ava’s body went slack and she crumpled to the floor. I was stuck between crying and laughing as I stared at her sprawled across the floor. I smelled him before I saw him. He smelled of fresh-cut grass and pine and I wanted to cry as my gaze locked with his. A sound stuck between a cry and a gurgle died in my throat. As much as I wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him I stayed rooted where I stood. My eyes landing on him, drinking up his features, those obsidian eyes, and thick red lips. His beautiful black hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and his strong jawline and sharp nose were breathtaking.
• This was a dream, wasn’t it?
• If this was a dream I never wanted to wake up.