Then she snapped, “Dream.”
When she said no more, he gave her a squeeze, bit back his smile and encouraged, “Go on.”
“Well, the last one I had,” she hesitated and revised, “the last real one went like this.” She sat up straighter in his lap and turned fully to him. “I was sleeping and my puppy, um… that would be my wolf. You know, the one I told you I met when I was a child?” She waited for him to nod. He did, his amusement diminishing and his mouth tightening about the fact that he still hadn’t told her he was her “puppy” as she went on, “Anyway, he always comes to me in the dreams first. So he came to me. I was sleeping. I woke up and he was beside the bed. I said hi to him and he sat down. I asked where you were and then closed my eyes. Then I opened them and my puppy was gone but you were there. I felt the covers slide down me and…”
Callum’s body tightened as she continued, explaining, to every last detail, the dream he’d had last night.
“Then you start to… you know and I woke up,” she finished.
Callum stared at her.
She stared back.
Then her brow furrowed and she whispered, “What?”
“That’s your dream?”
She bit her lip, released it and continued quietly, “I told you they weren’t actually sexual, as such. It probably doesn’t seem like very much to you but… you have to feel it.”
Oh, he’d felt it.
He’d f**king felt it.
“What about after we have sex?” he demanded to know.
Her brows drew together in confusion and she repeated, “What?”
“You never dream of us having sex. But what about when you dream about us after we’ve had sex?”
“I’ve never dreamed of that.”
He stared at her, trying to assess if she was lying.
She still looked confused but serious.
“Never?” he pushed.
“Never. Why do you –?”
“You never dream of us lying together, telling me you love me and never to forget it?”
Her face paled again and she whispered, “No, Callum, I’ve never dreamed of that.”
At once distracted and needing to find Lucien, completely forgetting Sonia’s explanation of how it made her feel when he lost sight of taking care of his mate, Callum ordered, “Kiss me.”
“Wh… what?”
His eyes focused irately on her. “Sonia, kiss me.”
“But –”
“Fucking do it.”
She jerked in his arms.
Then she did it. Her hands curling around his neck, she pressed her lips against his quickly and then just as quickly, she pulled away.
“Now tell me you love me,” he demanded.