August sucked in a quick breath, shooting upward into a sitting position. Was all of that a dream? Trees were swaying outside the treehouse, filtering the morning sun.
"August," Graeme sighed next to her. She was panting like she had a nightmare. "Are you okay?" He had mimicked her posture, sitting upright next to her. "I was worried," he breathed.
"I had a dream," she said in a haze, turning to meet his gaze. A smile curved on her lips. "It wasn't a dream," she laughed softly to see him shake his head. He cupped the side of her face, drawing her into a gentle kiss.
"I didn't know that would happen—I'm sorry," he explained. "It's the full moon—I've never experienced one with you."
"The full moon," she whispered to herself, remembering the scene in front of her eyes from the night before. The moonlight had come alive. "What was that? And the flowers?" the scent of the flowers around her had seemed intoxicating.
