CHAPTER 7
ELIZABETH
In my dreams, a man nuzzled my neck. “Wake up, babe.” The man said and then he kissed me. I felt his weight as if a physical presence was over me. I kissed him back for a minute because, heck, this was the weirdest dream I’d ever had and nobody could judge me.
The length of the man’s body was hard and strong. Wow. This dream was so real. I could feel the guy’s breath on my face, every ridge of his defined abs. He smelled like cologne and sweat. I pressed my hand closer to his chest and startled. He was real! The man was real! I fought immediately, feeling adrenaline pump through my veins. Shaking my head from side to side and scratching and fighting with my hands, I finally loosened his hold on me.
“Get off! Get off!” I demanded. “I’m calling the cops!” “Babe?” He
