“Neha,” I hear someone say and I grunt in reply, hugging my pillow closer to my body and turning to my other side. Behind my eyes, my foggy dream starts to fade and I almost cry out in protest. I don’t want it to end, I don’t want Papa’s face and loving voice to disappear from my mind but there’s nothing I could do to keep him within me as I feel warm fingers caress down my arms and goosebumps rise in its wake, even in my hazy sleepy state; my body can’t resist his erotic graze.
“Neha, you need to wake up,” his deep voice is a slow whisper in my ear and heat spreads across my body, my core tightening in response. I mumble for him to go away and I hear Hercules chuckle, knowing very well that I'm aroused and in fact, don’t want him to go away. He nips my earlobe and slides the blanket down
