17
What Dreams Are Made Of
Clay just stared at Andrea in disbelief.
She was here.
He couldn’t seem to process this fact fast enough. Her being here this late at night…her being here at all made no sense to him. Why is she here?
But he realized then that it didn’t matter.
Here was everything that he wanted…that he’d been dying to have for the last three months. She was standing right in front of him, and all he had to do was reach out and take it.
“Do you want to come in?” he asked, pulling the door open wider.
She seemed just as shocked to be on his doorstep as he was that she was here. But she gathered herself together, nodded, and crossed the threshold into his townhouse without a word.
He shut the door behind her, wishing he were a little less wasted for whatever was about to h
