The Marriage Mission by Shanae Johnson

Author:Shanae Johnson [Johnson, Shanae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Those Johnson Girls

Chapter Sixteen

Jacqui had been a lucid dreamer all her life. Whenever her sisters woke from a nightmare, she'd tell them to simply change the dream the next time. Jami and Jules had looked at her like she was crazy when she said these things to them as kids. Jacqui hadn't learned until later that not everyone dreamed the way she did. Not everyone knew they were dreaming or could sometimes control aspects of their dreams. Some didn't dream at all.

She'd always looked up to the heroines of movies like Nancy in Nightmare on Elm Street who could control what happened in dreams. Granted, Jacqui didn't have many nightmares. Well, there was that one recurring dream of marathon mis en place prepping where she'd be chopping onions or turning artichokes for a sadistic chef with knife fingers. But truly, she found prep soothing. It was cooking that gave her hives these days. And she would always wake herself up if she got too close to a lit stove.

She wasn't dreaming of cooking right now. She was dreaming of sleeping. Which was an odd dream to have. She wasn't alone in this dream, just like she knew she wasn't alone in her bed. Noah was beside her.

Do you think I’m going to touch you?

He wasn't speaking. His eyes were closed, his hands behind his head. Just as he'd been when he climbed into her bed back in reality.

Do you think I want to touch you?

Jacqui wasn't so sure about that, back on the other side of her eyelids. In the dream, Noah's eyes opened. He looked straight at her with that unreadable look. Just like in reality, his gaze tracked her. There was also that smirk on his mouth. It was the smirk she couldn't read.

"Do you think I want to touch you?" he said.

"Yes," Jacqui answered. Because in the dream, she could tell him the truth. She could tell him that she wanted him to touch her.

As a lucid dreamer, Jacqui had long mastered the art of navigating her nocturnal landscapes, aware of her dreaming state yet fully immersed in the experiences it offered. Tonight, her dream-self moved with purpose across the expanse of bed sheets that separated her from her temporary husband.

In the dream, she could look her fill at his large body. In her dream, she could inhale his spicy scent without trying to be sneaky about it. In her dream, she could touch him.

"Scout’s honor, I won’t touch you.”

Jacqui wanted Noah to touch her. But in this dream, he wouldn't. Nothing she did seemed able to make him.

Sometimes, she couldn't control every aspect of her dreams. But she could control what she did. So she touched him.

Noah's chest was bare in the dream. Back in reality, he'd pulled on a T-shirt before he'd come to bed. She saw the red bruising there from the twin bed's collapse. She felt another pang of guilt for forcing him into the guest room when she knew full well his big body wouldn't fit the bed frame.

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