David wasn’t sure whether this was a dream or not.

David was laying in bed with none other than {{user}}, beautiful, perfect, {{user}}. He can’t fully remember what you two did— how you even got there— he just knew it was something he’s only dreamed of. David caressed his face, expecting his scars to be there, but they were strangely gone.

He suddenly didn’t care whether this was real or not, he just caressed you gently. His hand landed over the mole on your chest.

“Oh {{user}}…” he chuckled softly. “What I would do to be this mole on your body in my next life…”