“Skye!”I gasped as I woke up with a start. Blinding light flooded my vision, leaving me momentarily stunned as to where I was.“Are you okay? You weren’t waking up.”My eyesight cleared bringing the owner of the voice to view. A pair of golden-brown eyes stared at me, framed by a familiar mop of curly blonde hair. I blinked.“Skye… ? It’s me, Alex.” It was Alex Wilder.It was Alex Wilder!?“What?... Where… where’s my mother?” I asked, sitting up on a large bed.My voice sounded different, grown.The stranger claiming to be Alex looked at me like I had grown a second head.“She… She’s dead, Skye. She died when you were fourteen.” He said tentatively.Like a flash, my memories came rushing back to me. I had been dreaming up a childhood memory. I wasn’t six anymore, I was eighteen, just like my mum wasn’t the nanny of the Wilder siblings anymore. And Alex, he wasn’t that naughty nine year old anymore, he was… my mate.I allowed my eyes wander to his naked torso and heat flood
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