Too good at being bad bxb (Rewritten)

Dreams 1.2

A/N: Here is the continuation of Dreams 1.1 . Uhmm...am sorry it took me soo much time to update but I really did want the story to be OK. 😅

Mature content ahead, kissing between two boys and....a little more😶. Don't read if your not comfortable 😇

Please read, vote and comment. I am open to all criticism and advice. I read all comments. 🙂

Thanks for reading.🖤

Love you all💕💕

PS: The starting is written from Xain's POV at first, but will change to Astra's ........still in Xain's dream. Please don't be confused😶.
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XAIN'S POV

"Why are you always in my dreams?" I ask, because this is the second time he is in my dream.

The scene is not the grave yard I met him for the first time but the place I met that woman who said nothing but held my hand. I still find it weird, i saw her only once and she didn't even tell me anything.

Astra and I are sat opposite each other, face to face beside the ocean.

Its stillmdark around this part so i can't really see his face clearly but I'm guessing he looks the same as always.

Well he looks.....human

"Ah yes! OK......... Let's see. Maybeeeeee I am just a figment of your imagination?" he says turning 90° to face the ocean.

ASTRA'S POV

"I know you're not" he says strongly. He was always persistent...... one of the reasons I love him and I know he will make the right decision, so I won't be forced to do anything I won't want to.

" You said the last time that we will bond the next time we meet" " and i want to bond by asking questions and I have a lot of them. The first being why you are always in my dreams?, two, how did you change from that monster to a human being, meaning your a wizard, third, why did you call me love, knowing we just met in my last dream, four, why did you call me Prince too. five, where do you-"

He was rambling so much and I couldn't answer most of those questions, so.....I did the most reasonable thing that came to my mind.

I shut him up.

With one swift movement I am on top of him, kissing him, not minding the sand.