Chapter 19: Wake Up Call
Soft hands caress my face. A gentle thumb curves over one eyebrow, smoothing it down, then follows along my cheekbone, down to my chin. Tender fingers brush across my forehead, trail down the slope of my nose, over the tip and into the dimple above my upper lip. I feel the touch in half-formed dreams, someone out of sight stroking me, petting me, comforting. Even though I hear no voice and see no one, I recognize the sensation of hands on me, it’s a touch I know intimately. Dan.
When I open my eyes, he’s beside me, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at me with such love that it makes me dizzy and weak. Or maybe it’s the alcohol—how much did I drink last night? I’m not usually that bad. Then again, the extent of my drinking repertoire is beer when we
