Chapter 45

• It took me a full hour to calm my racing heart and convince myself that the dream had no bearing on reality or my actual feelings. Still, fear clung to me like a second skin. I was terrified to even shut my eyes again that night.
• How could I possibly face Fosco now, knowing what I’d dreamt? His voice in the dream had matched his real one. So had his scent. But they’d affected me in ways I never thought possible. Not in a million years.
• I gave up and took a long, cold shower almost an hour hoping the icy water would scrub away the lingering heat, the feel of his hands, the maddening ache. All I could think about was the way his body felt against mine in that dream. The dream where I’d wanted Fosco's cock inside me.