Dream Confessions

Clara

Thorne kisses me until I forget my anger and regret, until I forget why I was upset and how terribly I acted. He kisses me until I forget this is a dream, or that there has ever been a world beyond this enchanted forest. Only when my mind is so fogged with wanting that I can no longer think, and my body has been reduced to one giant tangle of quivering nerves, does he relent. He stretches ou