Charlie rolled over in his bed. He reached his hand out, but there were no warm curves to greet him. No sweet-scented hair to burrow his nose into. No heated flesh to brush his lips against.
Because Savy was not yet his wife. So, she was not allowed in his bed. A rule his father put his foot down on. Instead of holding onto Savy in real life, Charlie had spent the night dreaming of her.
Waking up was the last thing Charlie wanted to do this morning. Not when his dream was so good. He"d run his hands through his dream girl"s thick curls. His vision of love had pressed her palms against his chest. All night long, he"d drowned in the smokey-sweetness that was his fantasy.
Charlie"s heart raced even as the dream faded into the bright light of the morning. His body felt tasked, like he had s
