Quinn knew that he had done something wrong in trying to resist the way the way the dream was trying to change. He hadn’t done it on purpose, had never made any attempt to change dreams, but then again, he didn’t know most of the people he’d intruded on. Tessa meant too much to him, and so much of what he felt around her was still so confused.
Still, the dream shifted around them. The sounds were muffled, almost gone now, and it was easy to forget that the clatter of the tray had even rang through the empty infirmary, because they weren’t even there anymore. The light was too warm for that, too low. Welcoming. Inviting. Like the note in Tessa’s voice.
“It’s me. I’m here, Tessa.” There really was nothing but her. He couldn’t seem to focus on anything else and it just seemed right to lean in again and press his lips against her forehead, then her mouth. He held her protectively, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other pressed lightly in the small of her back, like he could keep the rest of the world from harming her.