#Chapter 279 – Trouble

Ella “Took you long enough,” I call out when he finally appears. I’m seated on that copy of our bed in the starlit woods. It feels like hours have passed for me, but there’s no way to really know. Time works different here. It was probably just minutes, and my wanting him so badly that made it feel longer. “Really,” Sinclair murmurs, his eyes sweeping over me as I sit perched before him, wearing a dark-blue negligee that mirrors the white one I wore the first time we met in this dream state. I toss my hair over my shoulders, letting him smell the arousal on me, letting him know what it is that I want. He prowls towards me, dressed only in his familiar black dress pants, but with no shirt to block my view of his chiseled abs, the swell of his muscular chest. I feel my mouth go a little dry as I look at him, letting myself want him. He stops at the edge of the bed, towering over me, my heart starting to pound behind my ribcage. “And here I thought I was going to get a