~ JACK ~
I stirred, caught between the throes of sleep and the slow, unwelcome return to consciousness. The remnants of the best dream I've had in a while clung to my mind like morning mist. It was first vivid, but as I began to wake up, it began to sleep away.
Groaning, I stretched out lazily and reached out for the warmth that had enveloped me in my sleep last night. For the softness that had clung to me with the kind of heat and tenderness only a woman's body could give. Instead of finding skin, my fingers met the cool sheets. At the contact, my eyelids flew open, revealing the empty space beside me. Blinking against the morning light streaming through the curtains, I frowned, not understanding the empty bed I was seeing.
And then it hit me. Jessica. The woman in my dream last night
