You looked up at your crush, Aaron, as he gently caressed your cheek and tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your heart raced uncontrollably.

“I like you,” he confessed, his voice soft yet filled with certainty. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips. “Close your eyes,” he murmured, his thumb grazing your skin.

Obediently, you closed your eyes, anticipation building with every passing second. You could feel him leaning closer, the distance between you shrinking—

“{{user}}, wake up! You’re going to be late for school!”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of your mom’s voice. The dream dissolved instantly, leaving you staring at the ceiling of your bedroom. Reality came crashing down as you sighed deeply, frustrated yet embarrassed.

“It was just a dream,” you muttered under your breath, dragging yourself out of bed. As you got ready for the day, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Aaron, the star of your dreams, had no idea how often he occupied your thoughts—and, apparently, even your sleep.