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Skylin

Every night that I close htmares of darkness or dreams of the Porterson brothers While one obviously seems better than the other, it’s not always that easy While hten me, my dreams of the Porterson brothers make me feel extremely uneasy And I constantly worry that I do have a drea ht just be able to see all the… strange stuff that fills up my mind when I close my eyes

Take for instance, right now I’ve become very aware that I’m in a dream with all of the Porterson brothers, so much so that I feel as if I’m awake

We’re sitting in a roo

“I feel like we’re in a tree,” I say to no one in particular

I’ in the center of the room, on the floor in front of a stone fireplace The six of the in a circle around me, all of them similar yet at the same time so different

“That’s because we are, silly,” Foster says with a teasing glint in his eyes, a small detail that reveals I’m indeed in a dream, since in real life Foster’s eyes are usually haunted by sadness

I start to smile when one of them purrs

“She always looks so adorable when she’s confused” Porter’s lavender gaze burrows intoat his lips

“No way,” Easton disagrees with a wink “She’s most adorable when she blushes”

I roll my eyes “No, I’m not”

“Wanna bet?” With a s his rock solid abs

I roll rins

“Guys, you’re both wrong,” Hunter interrupts with his golden eyes fastened onhis lips with his tongue “She’s the most adorable when I bite her”

Confusion whisks through ainstdeeply I feel as if I should move—run—but I remain frozen, bound to him by an invisible force—by the altered link

“You sainst my neck “I bet you’ll taste even better” Then he sinks his teeth into my flesh

I gasp, feeling as though I should screaainst hileft—