Maria P.O.V.
I had a dream about Tom.
We were lying in a clearing. I looked into his dark brown eyes. His hair was in a fine mess as always, so I reached out and gently combed it through. He grinned roguishly and grabbed my waist rolling me over onto my back and pressing his body against mine. He lay over me smiling and his warm breath tickled my cheek. He leaned closer to kiss me. I closed my eyes. I breathed in his masculine fresh scent and waited. Nothing was happening. Suddenly a cold gust of wind shook me. I opened my eyes and he was gone.
I looked around the room. It was smaller and more modestly decorated than mine. I had a small single bed, a dresser with 5 drawers, a desk and a small bathroom next to the room which fortunately had a pretty big shower. I guessed that I was give
