My eyes flickered open at the sound of my cell phone alarm going off. Groaning, I stopped it and sat up.
I went to bed around ten, but it felt like I slept for years. Getting up, I walked over to my dresser. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out a pair of boxers and socks, but when I picked up the socks, I closed my eyes. Warm lips brushed against mine, bodies pressed together, red hair falling around her shoulders like a veil, her deep, brown eyes penetrating my soul—
The clothing fell from my hands.
What was that?
I didn't think it was a dream. I could almost remember the smell of her skin and the taste of her kiss. It was almost real.
Shrugging it off, I got dressed, meanwhile thinking about what I would do today. Abby's funeral was over, meaning I had
