Lucid Dreaming

IN-PROGRESS: I smoothed my hands over my lower abdomen; his past and my present and our history, together—they were converging. There was no going back. There was no forgetting. There wasn't any room for secrets. And I had been wrong. "I trust you," I said, soft and slow. "But I don't trust that." HG/TR. (Sequel to 'Nightmare')