The Chosen Bride
I carried on with my own things.
I finished some university activities, reviewed some textbooks, and then turned on my iPad to read a romance comic about a woman in a world of beasts. I loved the way the authors portrayed the panels and crafted great stories. I was so engrossed that I even bought coins for the upcoming chapters. I read them with great satisfaction and then lay down, falling asleep and for some strange reason, thinking about the man from the library.
My subconscious had me dream that the mysterious man spoke to me while I touched myself. His words weren't sweet or refined; they were dirty, laden with desire.