What was better than Las Vegas?Jacob and his confessions.The next morning, I haven't woken up as happy and gee as that day. Smiling ear to ear, I look at the man who is lying beside me. His lips are curved upwards, making me realize he was awake as well."Jacob?" At my soft, groggy morning voice calling for him, he does not respond. Is it that he isn't actually awake, but dreaming that last moment of the dream just before awakening?I had a dream too.It was the happiest dream of my life, one which I'll remember forever.Moments later, as I keep admiring the morning and his beautiful face, he stirs awake. Never have I ever felt so in bliss to watch him wake up."Did I have a dream, or was it you calling my name here, Lesley?" His voice sounds so silken and romantic even after waking up. While I sounded like a dying goat. At least to me, I did."I did call your name." I say, stroking the side of his face gently. He caves up to
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