Then it seemed like a pair of large hands were roaming over her body, kissing every inch of her skin.
"Jared Quinn, go away," Melody Thorne murmured,
but her body was getting hotter, making her very uncomfortable, followed by a filling sensation,
as the feeling intensified, she wanted more, but he refused to satisfy her, like a dream yet so real.
Suddenly, Melody Thorne woke up abruptly, her eyes filled with fear as she looked around and turned on the bedside lamp.
The room was empty, with nothing at all, but she had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, and that sensation lingered.
Melody Thorne lifted the quilt; the towel wrapped around her body was still in place, securely wrapped, and the kiss marks on her skin were from before.
So... she had been dreaming, and it was a dream of Jared touching her, and she seemed quite eager in the dream.
"Ah," Melody Thorne threw the pillow from under her away.
