Elora POV
I woke up from the strangest dream. I know it had to be a dream because no way in hell would I let them touch me like that. Dragus once again playing with my emotions and senses. You know those dreams where they feel so real when you wake you still feel like you are trapped in the dream still? Right now, I was getting that weird sense of Deja vu. Stretching, I notice everything feels different to when I went to sleep. Rolling over, I come face to face with Silas. He moves, throwing his arm over me before nestling into my chest. Chest? Where the f**k is my shirt? I shove him off, yanking the blanket, trying to cover my exposed breasts. The breeze that comes with the blanket moving, my ass catches a draft I know I wouldn’t have felt if I had panties on. Looking under the blanket,
