#Chapter 49 A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Our conversation ran through my head again and again that night as I lay in bed, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Lunas and their mysterious deaths—or how fiercely Andrew wanted to protect me. As irritating as the guard had been, I found Andrew’s insistence oddly endearing. As I started to lose my battle against my drowsiness, my mind started to drift to that day in the cabin and how safe I had felt in his arms. I cursed myself for not taking my second chance at Eliza’s house, even with the possible repercussions. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Andrew in my bed. He lay naked on his side next to me, his head propped up on his elbow. His eyes moved up and down my body, causing a shiver to go down my spine. He licked his lips slowly and reached his hand forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers gently glided along my jaw and to my chin, lifting my face to his. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. The