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possibly growing up. I didn’t remember this path that I was on
from any in my childhood, but I often dreamt of places I had never
been.
    It was a cool, crisp autumn afternoon and the
wind was rolling high off of the nearby mountains. I closed my eyes
and breathed it all in. I could smell every subtle scent the trees
were giving off and I relished in it. My dreams had always allowed
me a heightened sense of my surroundings and I never felt the
self-consciousness that the real world afforded me. My dreams were
always my realms to play with. Deciding to give myself a challenge
that I knew he would be called to, I kept my eyes close and
continued walking down the path.
    As always I felt him arrive before seeing
him. My eyes were still closed and I could feel his warmth like a
contrast against the cool breeze hitting my temples. I suddenly had
goose bumps running up and down my arms, but I couldn’t tell which
had caused them. My guess would probably be the former. I opened my
eyes and turned around to find him standing very closely behind
me.
    He kept his head down and his cowl low so I
couldn’t see his face, but I moved closer to him, trying to pick up
his heat, his smell, anything to make me feel closer to him. I
smelled a hint of lilac and spice and suddenly I realized that he
had finally won our game. He had moved me closer to him. He had
drawn me in to him. Abruptly I regained my composure and my
self-control and stepped back away from him. I could feel his
amusement again and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I didn’t
take lightly to defeat and damn him for playing on my melancholy
mood.
    I turned to walk away, but I could still feel
him behind me. I stopped. “If you aren’t going to give me answers
than leave me alone. I’m not playing this game with you any
longer.”
    He stopped following for a moment as I walked
away.
    Suddenly the breath was pushed out of my
lungs as I was thrown face first against a tree. He had my arms
pinned over my head, holding both wrists in one of his hands as his
other arm reached around my waist and held me pressed close to him.
I briefly tried to struggle, my face gently scratching against the
bark. I knew it was of no use and I could feel his hand tightening
around my waist, keeping me still and at his whim. I relished in
the fact that he was all over me and I could feel my insides
tighten in desire as the feel of him breathing on the back of my
neck aroused vast amounts of inner desire. I could feel my hair
fall across his face as he pressed in closer, kissing me on the
neck with passionate little swirls of his tongue. His mouth moved
up the back of my shoulders, to the side and up my cheek so I could
hear his frustrated moans directly pouring into the edge of my ear
as my own desires pulsed through my veins.
    The hand around my waist found itself slowly
moving down into the front of my body, making me moan and push
against him more. He held me still with his body weight and my
wrist and his other hand slowly circled and explored every inch of
me. I thought I might explode with need. I looked up and now saw
stars as he kissed behind my ear and inched his way with tender
kisses across my collarbone. Night had fallen.
    He suddenly let go of my wrist and I fell
into his lap on the forest floor. He cradled me from behind careful
not to let me see his face. I sat like that for a while content in
the new experience we just shared until I heard a rustle from the
corner of my mind, far away. He was immediately at high alert and I
could feel his entire body tense up against me back. His hand went
to my chin and gently cupped it, tilting it towards me until I
thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he tilted it back,
bringing me close so his mouth touched my ear in a quick movement.
He gently kissed my ear and said, “You taste like clovers”.
    I suddenly woke up.
    Covered in sweat, I threw
off my comforter, but didn’t move from the sweat soaked sheets I
laid in. My face, I could