Chapter 13: Dreams

There is no better place than my own bed. I wake up having slept better last night than the other at Maverick’s. Of course, the reason I probably slept so well was because there was no way I was going to let myself wake up and ruin my dream.

As cliche as it may be, I dreamed of Maverick.

What started out innocent, with the two of us looking over the pack lands at the graveyard, turned R rated once my dream-self made his way to the springs. There was no helping it, honestly. Maverick was naked, and gorgeous, and what I wouldn’t give to taste every dip and curve on his body.

I was stirring between wakefulness and sleep, a delicate balance between the two. My body acted one way, while my mind drove into places that felt more forbidden by the second.

Instead of letting Maverick walk away from me, with that sour note in the air because of his impending wedding, I licked my lips and dropped to my knees.