In the hours of the night, he's in bed feeling her warm body next to his while he's sleeping. He longs to hold her, kiss her, and make passionate love to her, but the closer he gets to her, the dream begins to fade away slowly. He could hear himself groaning in his sleep, “Don’t go! Please don’t go.” Then his eyes pop open, and he’s in bed all alone.
Boy, that felt so real. So real that Evan could smell the scent of her shampoo and body spray on her skin. Even the lotion she wears creeps into his sense of smell, and he doesn't know how or why.
But he knew she was what he needed in his life to balance him out—someone who matched his wits yet was gregarious. Evan stares up at the white ceiling in his bedroom, where he spends most of his waking hours, wondering, will the torturous dreams b
