The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of the guest chamber, and Brandon was still half-lost in the comfortable haze of sleep.
*boing*
He felt his face gently squished between two incredibly soft breasts.
A dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he instinctively nuzzled deeper, enjoying the plush, comforting sensation.
"I love this dream…" he murmured sleepily. "This is heaven."
He pressed his face even further in, rubbing his cheek against the soft flesh with lazy affection.
"…Sir Kael, are you awake?"
Huh?
That familiar, teasing voice cut through the pleasant fog of his dream.
Brandon blinked in confusion, as this is different from the voice in his dream.
He lifted his head slightly and found himself staring at the beautiful, mature face of Freya Bleaufort.
Her blonde hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and her green eyes sparkled with clear amusement.
