The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light on the camp. The smell of coffee and sizzling rations filled the air. Dori sat with her plate, poking at her food, her mind a million miles away.
'It had to be a dream, right? There's no way I actually... kissed him. And he... he kissed me back. But it felt so real. I can still feel it.' Her fingers unconsciously drifted to her lips, a ghost of a sensation making her heart flutter.
Hesitantly, she glanced across the fire. At that exact moment, Julian looked up from his own breakfast. Their eyes met. And then it happened—a small, subtle, but undeniable smile touched his lips, meant only for her. It was gone in a second, but it was enough.
'It wasn't a dream! But then I... I fainted! How embarrassing! I need to talk to Clarissa or Emma. They'll know what to do. They must be used to this, getting kissed by Julian all the time... Ahhh!'
