He wondered if she dreamed, and he realized how little he knew about her long life and personality. As his heart returned to its steady beat, he lay back down and relaxed with his arms crossed behind his head-laden pillow.
Penelope again astonished him by crossing to the other side of the ruffled bed and stretching out next to him. She grabbed his unused pillow before tucking it beneath her tossed blond hair. Crossing her slender pale arms across her chest, and scooching around to get comfortable, she turned her head to gaze at him with sparkling blue-gray eyes. She did all this with relaxed, easy movements as if it was the most natural thing to do.
“Dreams can have great significance,” she said. “This means you're still worried about this Bohdan character pursuing you.”
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