THE WOMAN IN HIS DREAMS
Alex pov
"You're late."
The voice carried a smile in it before I even opened my eyes properly — that particular warmth that arrives in a voice before the face catches up to it. I looked up, and she was there, only a few feet away, close enough that I could hear the soft rhythm of her breathing. Close enough that if I reached out, my fingers would find her.
But every time I tried to focus on her face, it slipped away from me — like trying to hold mist, like trying to read something written underwater.
I frowned at the place where her features should have been.
"I can't see you."
"You never could when you tried too hard," she said, and there was no frustration in it, only a kind of gentle amusement, as though this was an old joke between us that I hadn't caug
