âI dreamt about you last night.â
ONE HUNDRED WAYS TO SAYÂ âI LOVE YOUâ.Â
jesus, how many times had he dreamt of her? enough to know that maybe he shouldnât bring it up. although, kissing her in his dreams was nothing compared to kissing her in real life. dream hannah paled in comparison. as if it were impossible for his own medicated, strung out mind to recreate how her fingers felt when they run through his hair. or how her eyelashes sweep the tops of her cheeks. it drove him crazy to wake up mid-dream and feel as if something were missing.Â
so when she tells him sheâs dreamt of him, it catches in his throat. wondering if sheâd dreamt of him when heâs dreamt of her. feeding off each otherâs dreams. a symbiotic hallucination ( wow, those are some big words, jensen ) where theyâve both stumbled into the otherâs mind. did he play around in her dreams like she did with his?
    â   ---- did dream me at least do something cool? like, maybe, parkour across a highway to save you from some movie villain? because i think youâve done that in my dreams... once or twice.  âÂ