Chapter 145. A Man of My Word

Anna sat up in bed, gasping for air. Her heart was racing, her body still humming with the remnants of the dream. 

It had felt so real. Carlos’s touch, his lips, the heat of his skin against hers. But it was just a dream. A dream that made no sense.

A dream that she wished she never had. 

She ran a shaky hand through her damp hair, trying to steady her breathing. What the hell was happening to her? First, she thought she saw Carlos while running, and now she was dreaming about him…dreaming about kissing him, touching him. 

It made no sense. She was with Zac. Or did it? Was it possible that she still had feelings for the Mexican boy?

Guilt settled in her chest like a stone. Zac was locked up, and here she was, having dreams about another man. 

It didn’t matter that Carlos had been part of her past. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t seen him in months. What mattered was that she had a boyfriend, and dreaming about someone else felt like