*Olivia*
I awaken to the sight of an angel hovering over my bed. His blond curling hair forms a halo around his face. In some distant part of my mind, I realize I should be frightened that a stranger is in my bedchamber, and yet his smile is so kind, so reassuring, that all I can do is offer a weak smile in return.
“Hello,” he says softly.
“Who…?”
“I’m Dr. Grimley. Mr. Moondancer sent for me. How do you feel?” He asks softly.
I remember now, remember what I have seen. “He was naked.”
“Was he?” He seems slightly amused.
I hear a harsh sound… someone clearing his throat?
“I suspect you were probably dreaming,” the doctor says.
I fight to shake my head. “No. I would never dream of him looking as magnificent as that.”
I think he looks as though he is struggling not to laugh.
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