Chapter Eleven
It was like one of those moments when he was dreaming and he knew he was dreaming and he could direct the course of his dreams. Reed had been dreaming about Sarai for weeks. Nothing X-rated. Just dreams of being in her presence, holding her, talking to her, sitting beside her, holding her hand. Most of the dreams didn’t even end with a kiss.
This—the embrace he held her in right now—this was a dream come true. He didn’t want to wake up. He didn’t want to let her go.
If he’d had any doubts about her, which he didn’t, he was certain now. The reality of Sarai, the smell of her, the feel of her, the small gasp she let out as he gave her warm body a squeeze, let him know that this was the real deal.
“I’m so happy to see you, Sarai,” he said when he finally was able to let her
