Jeremy blinked his eyes and she was still in front of him. He held out his hand and he could feel her cheeks. She even smelled as he remembered.
I am not dreaming, right?
She said those words, right? With my name!
His heart started to beat erratically and the tips of his fingers went cold out of excitement.
"Hey, Jerlina..." he called her softly after composing himself. He wondered if she is awake and trying to prank him or something.
Well, he didn't know why he thought she might prank him with a serious issue like love, knowing her character. But after holding a torch for her for almost ten years, he couldn't believe that he heard those words from her lips.
Right, she is dreaming, right? Or am I the one dreaming?
"Jerlina," he poked her cheek. She waved her hand as if she's squatting a mosquito and her eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. She then turned to the other side leaving him the view of her back.
