The Moon Is Beautiful

Chapter 35

Nerves bubble in my chest.

He's so close, his breath fanning my face. I'm nervous, because I've only been this close to one other man, and all that man had in his mind was sex. Somehow, I feel like this is different.

Whatever his intentions are, I feel like they are innocent in comparison to what I'm used to. He doesn't have any sinister intentions. All he wants is a kiss.

A quick and swift kiss that will be over in a brief moment and will probably never be spoken of again.

But still, even given the situation and circumstances, I can't help but smile. I'm about to kiss another man. It took me two decades to kiss one man, and now I'm about to kiss another. The thought makes me as excited as it makes me nervous.

His lips brushes mine, almost touching...

"Rose!" I hear a distant voice call out. "Rose, wake up!"

My eyes snap open, darting to my surroundings in surprise. I quickly realize where I am, my heart plummeting to my stomach.

It was a dream. It was all just a dream.

"I must be losing my mind." I mutter to myself, slapping the side of my head with my hand.

There is definitely something wrong with me. Otherwise, why would I have dreamt about kissing Kaden? Or maybe it could be because of my anxiety concerning the kiss to come.

Perhaps I'm so anxious having to wait for Kaden to make a move that I'm dreaming about it happening just so that I can calm my nerves. That makes sense. Yes, that has to be it.

Any other reason makes no sense.

"You seemed to be having a nice dream." Eliza notes, smiling down at me, her smile teasing and cheeky.

"What do you mean?" I question, pulling down my sweater sleeve.

"Oh, don't act so innocent. I saw those puckered lips," she says, puckering her own lips as if to emphasize what she saw me do in my sleep. "Who were you dreaming of kissing?"

"No one." I timidly say, looking away from her.

"Don't lie to me. Who was it?" she asks, jumping back onto the bed.

I hesitate in telling her. I already feel so embarrassed by my own dream that I don't need her making a big deal of it.

Sighing, I give in, saying, "Kaden."

Her eyes become wide and a gasp escapes her lips. "You dreamt of kissing Kaden?!"

I cover her mouth with my hand, not wanting anyone else in this household, preferably Raine, to hear us talking about me dreaming of kissing Kaden.

"Do you like him?" she asks. I shake my head. "Then, why?"

Taking a breath, I take a few minutes to explain to her what happened last night, and how Kaden had asked me for  kiss.

"It sounds like he likes you." she says, placing her finger underneath her chin.

"No way." I gasp out, throwing her with a pillow. She quickly catches it in her grasp, pulling it away from her face.

"Yes way," she says. "You know that I'm good at these things. I can tell. He likes you."

Her words make me pause. As much as she says that she has an eye for such things, I can't help but doubt her abilities. I mean, why would Kaden like me?

But then again, he did say that I am his first love. But that was years ago.

"And what about Raine? What do you sense from him?" I can't help but ask, leaning forward. Even in this situation, all I want to know whether he likes me or not. In this moment and time, that's all that matters to me.