86. ANGEL

I frowned as the dream started to fade. I wanted to cling to it because I knew as soon as I woke up fully, I wouldn’t be able to remember it. It was important, more like a memory than an actual dream. The mattress at my back dipped and the sheets tugged a little lower over my shoulders. Moaning, I gripped it and pulled it up to my chin again. There was a low chuckle from in front of me. “You’re not a morning person, are you?” Nate muttered. I sighed as I rolled onto my back. It felt like I hadn’t slept even though I went to bed early last night. The sheets were suddenly jerked down my body. My eyes fluttered open to find Nate’s face hovering over mine. I glared at him, making his smile widen. Placing a hand on my stomach, he lowered his face and captured my lips in a slow kiss. I reached up to grip the back of his neck. There was a low groan from somewhere in the room. The mattress dipped again, but I was too focused on Nate’s tongue slipping into my mouth to care about whoeve