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Cassie
In my dreams, my lover’s face had never been revealed, but I knew that voice. The deep timbre, the rough edge to it. He spoke of dinner, but it was the words, “I will find you,” that I’d never forget.
Leaning against the worktable, I rubbed my palm in an effort to make the tingling stop. Surely, dreams did not become reality. I was hearing things. His voice was similar, but not the same. It couldn’t be the same man. That was simply impossible. No one dreamed of those they hadn’t met.
Then why did my body react to him so viscerally? My breathing was ragged, my skin flushed and heated. It wasn’t from the stove. No, this heat came from within, a warming of my body as if I were readying myself for him, eager for his touch. Beneath my corset, my n*****s were hard and sensitive agai
