Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

James.
    “Rose,” he said, sitting up himself. “What’s wrong?”
    His tone was irritated, and she longed to soothe him, but she wasn’t sure she could explain. Not in a way that he understood. She rested a hand on his shoulder. “James, you know how much I love you,” she said, meaning it. For they had been in love for some time. It was something it had taken them too long to realize. They had always been friends. He had always been her best friend, and perhaps they had been in love for longer. Rose suspected perhaps they had even loved each other for years, but she had only become aware of their love a few months ago when he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back.
    “You love me, but my touch makes you recoil after too long?” He stood, his bitterness evident.
    She stood, too, and stroked his forearm, which was bare in his sleeveless shirt. “I don’t recoil at your touch,” she said, staring into his crystal blue eyes. They shimmered in the light of her dreamscape, shimmered in a way like no eyes she’d ever seen. It was unreal. Was he unreal? Did she want to do this with a figment of her imagination, one she’d convinced herself was real? She looked down at the ground, slightly embarrassed, and said, “If I tell you, you will hate me.”
    He slipped the fingers of one hand into hers, and used his other hand to lift her chin so she had to look at him. “I could never hate you,” he said with such sincerity she knew it to be true.
    “I’m scared,” she said.
    “Don’t be,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
    “I know,” she said.
    “I have thought of us together many times,” he said. “I dream, in dreams when you’re not real, in day dreams that you have not pulled me into, I dream of touching you, of you touching me, of the depth of our intimacy. I would take care to show you how much I loved you.”
    She leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt warm and secure in them. “I don’t fear being with you, for I have daydreamed of it, too. I’m just scared that these dreams are like those while I wake. I’m scared that you’re not real, that you’re not real the way my mother is real. I’m scared that I’ve made you up, that I’ll be with you in a way that is very significant, and learn that you are not real, that you are just a dream.”
    He breathed out and a misty cloud formed, just like he was a real person. She could feel his head bob, as if he were nodding. “Sometimes, I wonder the same about you, Rose, but the things you say, the things you do, I don’t see how they can be fake. I don’t see how they can’t be real. I know you’re out there. I’ve gone riding, exploring, looking for a glade that looks like this one. And though I’ve yet to find it, I know it’s there.”
    Rose pulled away from him. “Where is your kingdom?” she asked. “Tell me, please.”
    He bit his lip, frowned. He closed his eyes, thinking. After a minute, he shook his head. “You know it’s no use, Rose,” he said. “We’ve tried this before. I can remember things about friends, their features, my parents, but names of places are lost to me when I am here with you. You know it’s no better for you.”
    Rose sighed. He was right. The kingdom she lived in had a name, only in this dream world of hers, she could never recall it. It was like trying to hold water in hands with fingers spread apart — the information was retained as well as the water.
    “My uncle says humans don’t have dream sight unless they were gifted it. He says I can’t talk to humans in dreams. Only other fairies. And you keep saying you weren’t gifted it.”
    James looked offended, but he didn’t speak harshly when he replied. “I am not a fairy, nor was I gifted with dream sight. My parents don’t even believe in fairies, so I don’t know how I would earn such a gift. But I know surely that I am here. Perhaps your uncle doesn’t understand