Chapter 29
The dream started as so many others had since she died. The dream that always turned into Leo's worst nightmare. Maria was naked, so warm and soft and sweet against him. Leo knew it was a dream as he took her into his arms. Even in his sleep, he always mourned her.
They fell into the familiar pattern, the habits of decades together, his body anxious to join with hers. Making love to Maria had always been easy, from the first time they touched. That didn't change even in her darkest times and deepest addiction. Not until she was so sick and weak that he was afraid to touch her at all.
Maria moved on top of him as she often did, the favorite way for both of them. She was light and ethereal, barely there, hardly enough to touch or even feel against his skin. Still he responded,
