Haven’s POVWhen I woke up, my body felt… wrong. My limbs were heavy, my head foggy, and there was a strange soreness lingering beneath the surface of my awareness, as if my body remembered something my mind refused to acknowledge.I lay still on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of what I had just experienced.It had to be a dream. But it hadn’t felt like one.In that dream, I had seen Vance. We were together in his bed, bare to the skin. His presence had been too vivid, too real, his breath too close, his touch too… tangible. And we were being photographed.My fingers curled slightly against the sheets as my heartbeat quickened.No… no, that was impossible.I forced myself to sit up, pressing a hand against my temple. My pulse pounded loudly in my ears, but as I looked around the room, everything was exactly as it should be. The curtains were drawn. The door was locked. My belongings were undisturbed.“Just a dream…” I murmured to myself.Before
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