Sleeping state

ISABELLA'S POV

The dreams were so vivid that it was several minutes before I realized that I was awake, but awareness did not necessarily bring understanding.

But were they memories, or dreams?

I dreamt of Alex, with eyes as clear and blue as a highland lake under sunny skies, his hands tender as he caressed me, the feel of his strong chest against my palms.

My fingers twitched; the dream was so real I almost ached to feel him under my hands. I lay quietly, feeling the lips on mine, trying to stop my body from responding the way it did.

My head throbbed. I lay there until certain things began to return, and I knew that they weren’t dreams. The argument with Edward, my acceptance into the modeling Academy, leaving my room... and then nothing.

I slowly opened my eyes and realized I wasn't dreaming. Alex was bending over me. The kiss had seized the moment he noticed I was awake and he paused to look at me.

I gazed at him for a moment.

"Alex, what are you doing?" I whispered.

"You were ly