katherine.

He leaned, so close that I could feel his breath warm on my face.

"Katherine--" he started to whisper, but I lifted a finger to his lips before he could say anymore.

"How many times," I ask, my whisper almost a breath, "must I ask you to call me Kate?"

He draws in even closer, closing up the space between us, his strong hand resting upon the small of my back. I feel myself shudder, falling closer and closer to utter surrender when he suddenly fades into a blinding white light--

Wait.

What?

I slowly bring myself to wake, realising that I had been in a dream. In a very good dream. Even if I did not know who that man just was. I grumble, forcing my eyes open, and finding myself still blinded by the source of the light that had woken me from my sweet slumber.

As my eyes focus upon what is before me, one word escapes my lips.

"Fuck."