Insight (Web of Hearts and Souls #1)(17)

When I reached the porch, I followed it around to see where it led. I went to turn around the side of the house, as I did I stopped in my tracks. Just inches in front of me, he was there. My soul seized with anticipation. I didn’t understand why the routines of our dreams were altering, but I wasn’t complaining, they were shaping him into something real, tangible.

A warm rush absorbed my soul as my heart pounded, deep and slow.

When I gazed into his eyes I lost all feeling. They were so blue, so mesmerizing. He was smiling down at me, staring, questioning why I was there.

He slowly eased closer to me, exploring every part of my entranced expression.

His fingertips reached for the side of my face, and all too carefully he let them trace each and every feature, when they touched my lips he outlined each, leaning forward ever so slightly.

My entire body was numb, but I felt my soul pulse with raw expectation.

My eyes fluttered closed as he eased me closer to ecstasy. I felt his lips feather across my brow, then my cheekbone. I opened my eyes finding his stare melding into mine.

Time stopped.

He brushed the flesh of his lips against mine.

A quiver rippled through me. I gasped, that slight part of my lips invited him in. The innocent brush of his lips elevated to an entirely new level when I felt his tongue glide against mine, a slow sensual caress. A lover’s touch.

Though the heat of his body was absent, I felt myself melt from the inside out. My head spun wildly. I was sure I was going to faint. Is that possible? Can you faint in a dream?

Thinking it was a dream gave me more courage than real life would have afforded. My hands slowly slid up his chest as his hands gripped my waist and pressed me against his firm body. I gasped between the movements of his sensual lips feeling heat absorb every part of me.

Though we had seen each other every night, this was our first kiss, and it seemed so overdue. I craved more, I needed him closer, and he seemed to feel the same way. The tenderness in his lips gained force as we began to explore each other, his hands moved up my body at a wickedly spontaneous pace, I felt his thumbs brush against the sides of my chest, that sensation was enough to make my knees buckle, but he was holding me to tight for me to fall.

He had ignited me. I wanted more. I wanted him to take me places that only my wildest daydreams had reached. I leaned my weight into him taking control of this embrace.

That’s when I woke up.

That’s when someone cruelly called my name and took me from his arms.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly as the rush of that unforgettable dream subsided.

Dazed from our kiss, I pulled myself up and pushed my sunglasses to my head. Ready to kill whoever had rudely woken me up.

“Willow, I said what’s your sign? I want to read your horoscope,” Jessica asked, shaking the magazine she’d been reading. I didn’t answer; her words were lost in the background. I deeply considered going home and trying to fall asleep again. I had to feel his lips against mine again. The craving was so intense that it was causing my body to vividly remember how his essence ignited my soul into life.

“Fine, then I’ll just look,” she muttered disdainfully.

“Scorpio,” I heard a smooth, deep voice say. I looked to the void from where it had come. I saw Drake. He was right. How did he guess that?

“Is that right?” Jessica asked, still trying to find my birthday in one of the signs.

I didn’t answer her. I was staring at Drake.

“How did you know that?” I asked him coldly.

He smiled ironically at me and walked to where I was sitting. He hesitated in front of me then reached for my face, cradling it in his hand and tracing the base of my eyes with his thumb. His touch moved me, literally. I felt my skin hum under his. My stomach dropped…I had felt that way before—just before that evil person had burned me in my dream. I held in the breath that wanted to escape, the fear that wanted to register on my stone cold expression.

“Only a Scorpio could have those eyes,” Drake murmured, just loud enough for those closest to me to hear.

I felt Monica’s jealously rise, as well as the shock coming from the others. I glanced at his arm, expecting to see a tattoo of a dragon, but I only found the cast that Olivia had spotted earlier. I looked back into his eyes. He winked at me, turned, and walked toward the lake. Astonished, Chase followed him.

“Okay, so that was weird,” Jessica said under her breath, closing the magazine and losing interest in looking up anyone’s horoscope.

I sat, stunned, trying to remember a single time that I’d seen the figure’s face in my nightmare. I had always imagined it as a gruesome devilish person, not tall, hot, and human. Then I realized that I’d never felt the emotion of the figure either. If this were the guy in my nightmares, would that not make him the kid that was looking for me? I shook my head silently, arguing with myself. If this were him, he would not hang out at a lake. He would have, like, tried to kidnap me or something.

I sighed deeply and hoped my imagination was running away with me. I then looked out to the water’s edge and saw Drake smiling seductively at me.

Monica saw the exchange and stepped in front of me, blocking my view. “Let’s get the coolers out. They’re going to start the fire soon,” she ordered.

I managed to avoid Drake for the last two hours, though I could feel his eyes follow me as I helped Jessica and Hannah pack the coolers back up. I sat down on the opposite side of the fire from him. Every once in a while, I would glance in his direction, only to find him staring at me through the flames. They seemed to accentuate his perfect features. I really didn’t see how he could be this evil person that my father had feared…he just looked too perfect. Addictive.