#Chapter 45 Dreams and Dread

Dominic I woke up facing Mira. She was still asleep. She lay on her back, one arm on her stomach and one flung across the emptiness on the other side of her. She was dreaming, I knew. Her brow was inclined upwards, as if she were catching sunlight on her face. Her cheeks were soft, her lips were partly open. Her breath was deep in her chest. She looked content, but not quite relaxed, like she still had a purpose in whatever pleasant dream she was having. She braided her hair to sleep. Some loose strands hung around her temples, and my fingers itched to lightly brush them away. I want to trace every line of her. I felt the power and passion of my wolf flare within me, then closed my eyes to push it away for now. Instead I rolled over onto my back next to her. I shifted closer to her while I slept, and now I gave her a few more inches of distance between us. My movement must’ve shaken Mira. and she slowly blinked open her eyes. She took in a deep breat