In the bathroom, Mira stands in front of the mirror, her hands trembling as she repeatedly slaps her cheeks, hoping the sting will snap her out of whatever this is.
She feels like she's still trapped in the dream, still tangled up in the heat and confusion of it, and no matter how many times she blinks or breathes, she can't seem to shake it.
Her chest rises and falls in short, uneven breaths as she curses herself under her breath.
Over and over, the same thought runs through her head... how could she have dreamed something like that?
She presses both palms against the cool edge of the sink and stares at her reflection. Her skin is flushed, her eyes wide and wild, and the shame burning in her is almost unbearable.
It would be one thing if she had only dreamed of Theo. That would have made sense.. he's her boyfriend, after all. They've kissed, they've touched, they've gotten close enough that it wouldn't be strange for her mind to wander there.
