Blessed Love(3)

9

I quickly covered Roland's mouth in my dream at night when he was about to say something.

"Shh!" I put my index finger in front of his lips. "Don't speak!"

I didn't want to hear his gentle words to me again. I didn't want him to show me his tenderness and vulnerability again. I didn't want to get stuck in the sweet dreams and disappear into him again.

I was afraid that one day I wouldn't be able to tell the dream from reality, so I couldn't help but walk in front of him and ask if he remembered me.

"Huh?" A puzzled look appeared on his face.

I froze, slowly withdrew my fingers, lowered my head, and laughed at myself.

Forget it. It was naturally an uncontrollable dream. Why should I try to control the man that I had imagined in my dream?

I pressed my forehead against his chest and asked, "Why am I the only one who dreams about this?"

Why was I the only one who had this dream?

He raised his hand to touch the top of my head and said softly, "You are not the only one."

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