Ch 22
April Tel ford POV
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“April…?” His voice was soft, it held the edge of his alcohol in his breath. I tried to open my eyes, but the day was too exhausting, which left me with no energy to wake up. Maybe it was still a dream…
“Do you always sleep with your lips parted?” I heard the small laughter that echoed in my head, but I crunched my eyes when I felt his thumb brush my lips… His hand felt cold.
I wanted to see him, to confirm it wasn't a dream, but I felt him get on the bed as it dipped. And when he moved closer, I could feel his warmth. He pulled the blanket over me and kissed on the back of my head, as he stroked my hair for a second before the darkness trapped me again…
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“Can dreams feel real?” I look at Ginny, who is busy cleaning up. She's always super bus
