That night, she had one of her extra-vivid dreams, like the ones she used to tell StarLord about. She was racing down Stargazer Beach barefoot, so fast she was practically flying. When she reached the water's edge, her speed was so great that she was able to skim across the surface of the water. It was an amazing feeling to move so fast and to feel the ocean supporting her steps. But a voice called to her from the shore—Will's voice. Her concentration snapped when she looked back, and she splashed into the water.
When she woke up, the uneasy feeling from the dream still clung to her. Will stood by the window, his dress shirt open over his bare chest, a powerful silhouette against the morning light pouring in through her curtains. With one hand braced on the window frame, he parted the cur
