Dreams and Nightmares
sometimes there's a thin line between what's real and what's notKendra was curled partly on her left side, sleeping peacefully, deeply. Her torso was turned to face the ceiling, he stood by the bed, looking down at her as she slept, taking note of every detail. The way the well fitted jeans hugged the curve of her hips, the way her pale pink t-shirt rode up her stomach revealing a few fingers width of soft, downy, golden skin; so enticing, so tempting. The way her high, firm breast...