Aria's POV
Lillian tapped my shoulder, her gaze landing on my flushed face. "What were you dreaming about? You look pretty hot and bothered."
She handed me a tissue. I took it, dabbing at the thin layer of sweat on my forehead while my mind replayed fragments of the dream. Heat rushed to my cheeks.
I avoided answering her question, instead sitting up and staring blankly at the comforter covering me.
Lillian misinterpreted my silence, assuming I'd had a nightmare. She wrapped her arms around me. "Aria? Don't be scared. It was just a dream. You're awake now—whatever happened wasn't real!"
I pressed my lips together and glanced at her face, guilt washing over me. "Mmm," I managed weakly.
Gently pushing her away, I mumbled, "I need to wash my face."
"Sure," she said, releasing me.
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