Sweet Dreams (Prickly Pear Springs Book 4) by Cassie Mint

Author:Cassie Mint [Mint, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Cherry Publishing
Published: 2022-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Four

Henry

When Monday finally arrives, I’ve aged a hundred years. Every hour away from Serenity has eaten away at my sanity. My nerves are frayed beyond all recognition, and I buzz her into the clinic with a tight throat and throbbing temples, then cross the room to smooth a palm over the already pristine bed.

But when I hear her soft voice in the doorway… all that tension drains away.

“‘sup, Doc.”

Yes, Serenity torments me. She makes an art form out of pushing my buttons, and she’s a walking temptation with her silky blonde hair and those sparkling hazel eyes.

But I’m so fucking glad to see her. It’s been days.

“Go ahead and get changed.”

She smirks when she hears the rasp in my voice, but she doesn’t comment on it. Serenity whirls around, her overnight bag swinging on her arm, and lets herself through the door into the bathroom where all my subjects change for bed.

Five minutes later, I’m greeted by the first set of pajamas I ever saw her wearing. The shorts and t-shirt set with faded cartoon strawberries.

It’s like reuniting with an old friend. That’s how addled she makes me.

“Up you get.”

Serenity hops onto the bed, smiling brightly.

“Best behavior,” I remind her, though really I’m talking to us both. I will not kiss her breathless in front of these cameras. I will not nudge her bare knees apart and press myself against her; I will not grip her wrists and slide her hands under my lab coat.

When I kissed her in the maelstrom of her apartment, something reverberated deep inside me. A note was plucked, deep in my soul.

Do scientists believe in souls? I suppose I do now, in the face of this new evidence.

“I’ll be good. Scout’s honor.”

“You weren’t a scout.” Does Serenity think I haven’t listened to any of her late night stories? I obsess over her every word. “You were an adolescent hippie.”

“Against my will,” she points out. “But don’t worry. Famously well behaved, the hippies.”

Serenity’s bare feet kick back and forth where her legs dangle off the bed. She watches me, still beaming, as I set the lab up for tonight’s session.

“Here.” The laminated cards make that whomp, whomp noise as I hand them over, flopping in our changing grip. “Take a look at each image. We’re trying for the dream recall again.”

“If I can sleep this time.” A frown pinches Serenity’s forehead as she stares down at the walrus.

“Exactly.”

And I don’t like the strain settling over her shoulders, nor the nervous way she nibbles her bottom lip, so I go against my better judgment and tuck her hair behind her ear.

So soft. So pretty.

Fuck.

“It’s not a test. If you can’t fall asleep, or if these images don’t impact your dreams, you haven’t failed. It won’t matter.”

Serenity nods, still nibbling on her lip, then without warning, hooks her feet around my right leg.

She doesn’t pull me off balance. Doesn’t try anything else. Just holds me in that odd way, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for us to be touching at all times.

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