Chapter 94 The Prince And The Pauper
- I stay frozen in my spot. The dream version of Ansel sweeps back a flyaway strand of hair from Zara’s face. My stomach knots itself into a pretzel when she leans in to kiss him. His arms are around her. Her hand is in his hair.
- My Ansel is as awkward as I’ve ever seen him. He’s looking down, and seems to be holding his breath.
- Dream Ansel puts on the brakes, pulling back.