Trace hesitated. Anaisa clearly knew this was a dream, but seemed to still fail to realize that he wasn't part of it.
Well, he was part of it. In fact, all of this was his dream. But the fact remained that she was under the impression that he wouldn't have any memory of it when they woke up.
Would she be acting differently if she knew that he would remember every detail of this for the rest of his days?
His efforts to convince her fell flat, and his concern when she seemed to be in pain overrode his intention to tell her what he was. What he could do. To apologize for doing it before, and to ask her forgiveness.
When she teased him, her eyes sparkled, reflecting the light of the rising sun. When she asked him for distraction, he caught her meaning and kissed her, gently.
