SLOANE
I was in the shower, rinsing the terrible dream away. Cade had been there when I woke up, and I told him I wanted to clean off first, he had given me a puzzled look but I needed a minute. My head was trying to make sense of these dreams with this particular woman. What was wrong with me I wondered, as I scrubbed my face clean. Who was this woman who haunted me, her and her past; was she real or a figment of my apparently overactive imagination?
Turning the shower off I toweled off before wrapping myself in a fluffy robe and heading toward the smell of bliss. Cade was pouring me a cup of coffee, and gave me an almost shy smile as he held it out to me. I took it gratefully and met his eyes, which held something akin to nervousness.
“You were talking in your sleep” he stated quietl
