SIXTEEN
Turner occupied most of Poppy’s dreams. As time went on, he became more tangible with each new dream. Knowing him better made the unconscious experience of him more vivid. She could smell him, feel his strength all around her.
Everything shifted and then his fingers brushed the hair away from her temple. Wearing a smile, she turned toward the sensation, wishing it could last forever.
“Can you open your eyes, babe? Come on, baby, show me those emeralds.” There was something so real about his voice. Confused, her eyelids rose a tiny bit. “Okay, baby, that’s good… Now look at me. Are you looking at me?”
Still not really sure what was going on, Poppy shifted her head to see he was there. Sitting on the edge of her bed. Her first instinct was to smile, but the panic in his expressio
