C85 Eighty-five

A faint voice filters into my ear, my eyelids flutter open and I am blessed with a vision of Brandon leaning over me with pouted lips. His hand stroking a side of my face freezes, he smiles when I stretch like a cat and my mouth parts wide open to release a yawn.

I swipe the hair falling into my eyes, he gawks at me like I did something extraordinary. I giggle