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Was it normal?

To dream of the man you were dating hunting you down in the woods.

Because those brown eyes I saw right before I woke up?

They were unmistakably Xavier’s brown eyes.

Was I too blinded by lust to realize what was in front of me this whole time?

That Xavier was a dangerous man—most importantly, he was a dangerous man to me.

I closed my eyes, feeling wetness seep through.

I was being ridiculous.

It was nothing more than a dream.

I jumped when I heard a small noise coming from outside my bedroom.

What the hell?

I was alone.

Who could be here with me?

With shaky hands, I reached out and turned on the lamp, looking around.

Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Slowly, I got out of bed and walked to the door.

I hesitated and looked out to the empty, dark hallway.

“Is someone there?” I called out, feeling about ten shades of stupid.

If there really was an intruder, would he have answered me back?

Or worse, what if he did? Then what the hell would I do?

I felt vulnerable in my apartment, as fear raked up and down my spine.

I turned on the hallway light before I passed, and seeing no one, I continued, turning on all the lights until there wasn’t a dark corner in my apartment.

Everything seemed to be where I had left it before I went to bed.

Perhaps it was just the dream messing with my mind.

Looking around one last time, I quietly made my way back to my room and pulled the covers over my body.

I stayed where I was for a long time, too afraid to leave the bed, and too afraid to turn off the lights.

I had half a mind to call Xavier, but I couldn’t seem to make myself reach for the phone.

What would he do?

He would still be at his mysterious job, and I would still be here alone, scared out of my mind.

I didn’t go back to sleep.

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