It was already midnight
Brandon was sleeping on the bed while being cushioned by the naked bodies of Florence and Elize.
Florence slept on his left, curled against his side like a cat.
One of her smooth legs was thrown possessively over his hip, thigh draped across his lower stomach, pressing her full breasts to his ribs.
Elize rested her head on his shoulder, one hand lying flat over his chest.
However, suddenly his sleeping face shifted, and his eyebrow twitched faintly.
His hand gripped the sheets, and his eyes snapped open.
"Haa... Haa..."
With a deep sigh, he clutched his head 'It's that dream again... with those white butterflies.'
As he stared at the ceiling, he heard Elize's voice "Is it that dream again, Kael?"
He turned to her and saw her half-lidded eyes "Yeah."
The quilt had slipped down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool air, and the nipples had pebbled slightly from the chill.
