She tossed and turned with him in the other room until sleep finally took her just after midnight. Her dreams that night were of him. There were no shadows, no dark cloudy skies, just laughter, and the two of them in some very compromising situations. They were so hot they felt real so that when she jumped awake just a few short hours later, she expected to find him in bed next to her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her body in heat. That secret place between her thighs throbbed with longing.
She looked around the room, her breath short and choppy as if she'd run a marathon, but he wasn't there. She dealt with the bitter taste of a different type of disappointment, even as she asked herself if it wasn't better that it had all been in her head.
Slipping from the warmth of her bed, she tip
