“Alicia,” someone lightly shook my shoulders.

I opened my eyes and stared in horror at... Calle. He looked worried, sleepy.

- What? breathed out blinking.

- You moaned in your sleep. The dragon frowned, a shallow wrinkle forming on his forehead. - Does something hurt? Just don't be silent, I beg you.

“No… Nightmare,” she admitted reluctantly. - Bad dream.

- Will you tell?

He lay on his side next to me and rested his head in his hand. At the same time, his second hand, indecently stroked my stomach, slowly moving higher.

“I don’t remember anymore,” she tried to avoid answering somehow, while looking sideways at his wide bare...