I woke up wrapped in the softest sheets I’d ever felt, the comfort of Izzy’s bed surrounding me. The sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the quiet and the lingering comfort of sleep.
Then the memory of my dream came rushing back.
Izzy. In the shower with me.
I rolled over, biting my lip as I replayed it in my mind. I didn’t have much experience to go on—none, really, aside from those close calls with Izzy—but the dream... the dream was something else. The way he had stepped into the shower, the water cascading over us, his hands on my skin. The kiss he’d pressed against my lips still lingered, so vivid it felt almost real.
I found myself smiling, a small, private smile that I couldn’t quite shake. It was ri
