I felt a hand trail up my legs, each touch slow and deliberate, like they had all the time in the world. They didn’t reach for more; the grip just lingered on my lap, rubbing soothingly and kneading lightly from time to time. I was being watched over, being cared for.When my eyes finally snapped open, sunlight poured into the room and I immediately sat up, my eyes adjusting.Was that another dream?But why did this one feel so different from the others, which were usually just wild and starved sex? Did my dream man switch up his preference, or was the dream different because I was in a new environment?Regardless of the reason, this was the first dream that left me feeling warm inside and not hot and horny, and I embraced it as a soft smile spread on my face.“Way to go, dream man,” I muttered into the quiet room as I stood up from the bed, heading to the door.Thankfully, I wasn’t hungover, but I needed proper clothes and food—so I had to find the person who brought me here. Which w
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