𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼
“I’ll do my best to resist. Though you do like to tempt me.” Leigha chuckled as she thought about his question. “I suppose it’s because real life has gotten so boring. Please don’t treat me like a princess, I get that enough outside these dreams. I’m like Pinocchio, I just want to be a real girl.”
“Well, Miss Pinocchio. I’ll treat you like a real girl if you come meet me when I’m awake.” A smile started growing on his face. She was different, exciting, and he liked it. “How about? If you come meet me outside of our dreams.” he paused momentarily. “I will take you to a pub filled with ugly men. No place fit for a princess.”









