Chapter 29 Twenty-nine

• Carol
• I have a hard time falling asleep. My dreams, when I slip into them, are filled with Evans, my imagination running wild to decide what his hands would feel like against the curves of my body.
• When I wake up, breathless, I keep hoping that he'll come into my room the way he did the night I dreamed of him fucking me. I keep hoping that he'll tell me that he changed his mind—that it's not as impossible as he thought it was. That it's worth the risks and challenges.