The door creaked, and his familiar scent poured through the opening. Bai Ye stood on the other side, bathed in the silver moonlight, a faint shadow of worry casting over his eyes.
"Everything alright?" he asked. His brow knitted slightly.
I gave him an assuring smile. "I … just dreamed of you."
Though I knew that the Bai Ye in my dream wasn't him. The real Bai Ye would never say those things to me, never force me to admit those thoughts that I had kept from him. But somewhere deep inside, I hoped he could be a little less gentle at times and give the stubborn me a push, just like he did in that dream.
The worry on his face eased at my reply. "A nightmare?" he asked softly. "What did I do?"
I stood on my tiptoe and cupped his cheeks in my hands. "This," I said and kissed him.
