He came back in last night’s dream. Same dark hair. Same patient mouth. He stood just close enough to rearrange my breathing. “You know me,” he said, and I hated that he was right. My fingers hovered over him without touching. The air was electric, like we’d already done this a hundred times in another life. I asked, “What do you want?” He smiled without showing teeth. “To see if you’ll ask me to stay.” I didn’t. I woke up furious with my own restraint— and wet for you anyway. 🌘🔥 DM me if you think I should have asked.