- RAYA -
Dex turns to see me walking toward him in just my underwear, having already discarded the rest of my clothes. There are beads of water dripping off of his eyelashes and beard, sluicing down his perfect chest and arms as he brings a hand up to clear the water from his face with his eyes smoldering, watching me approach.
I expect him to tell me no—to be cautioning me again with that overprotective nature he's demonstrated before when he tells me that I need to heal. That we need to be careful. That we need to wait. But he doesn't. Instead he silently watches me open the door and step inside, and I stop there, standing before him just outside the stream of water that's like rainfall.
We have been in this very spot before, and we're both thinking about it, seeing that scene from the dream replay. For me, it was the moment I realized that he was actually in the dream with me—that it was the real Dex, and it wasn't a fantasy.
