"Dream of you?" Stefan returned the question back to her. "Why would I dream of you?"
"Well, you were calling my name in your sleep." Cayenne responded with a wide grin. "Unless, it wasn't me."
Stefan removed the blanket from his body and scooted closer to her. A sly smile was visible on his lips and his eyes were sparkling in mirth. There was an air of mischief around him which made her frown. "Why are you getting close to me?"
"I just remembered. I did dream of you last night. I was holding your hand while we're walking by the beach. I was looking at you under the bright light of the moon and the twinkling stars." Cayenne listened to his nonsense and her lips were pursed into a straight line. She could feel a throbbing pain in her temple. For the first time, she felt an urge to smack his face. "How about it? Are you in love with me now?"
"I'm not." Cayenne answered with a straight face. "Stop fooling around. I think you were just making fun of me."
