“Christopher, is it you? Is it really you?” I stretched out my hand and stroked his face. Carefully, I caressed his cheek little by little, following the contours of that familiar facial features.
“This dream is so real that I can feel your tears.”
I fell into Christopher’s arms and nuzzled against him with my cheek. There were stubble on his chin, so it was quite prickly against my skin. I then whispered, “Don’t cry. You see, I finally dreamed about you, so you should be happy. If you cry, it will make me cry too. The doctor said that my gauze will be removed in the next few days, so I mustn’t cry. Can you smile? Christopher, you look the most dashing when you smile.”
Christopher was in tears, but he still smiled at me, with tears welling in his eyes. Seeing that they were about to fall, I lifted my head and kissed the tears from the corner of his eyes. They say that men do not cry, but my man was crying for me.
“Chris, I miss you so much. Really, I do. I have never stopped thinking about you for even one second.” My lips went over his eyebrows and his nose and finally stopped at his lips. I lingered there for a second, and my tongue pressed against his lips to part them slowly.
He did not move but just let me kiss him. The man only watched me ever so intently as if he could not see enough of me. I thought this had to be a dream. After all, Christopher had never let me kiss him without reciprocating.
“Chris, please kiss me. I want you to kiss me,” I whined at him. To me, it was all just a dream, so I naturally did not take it seriously. However, he cupped my face in his hands, and a tear rolled down.
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