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FIANNA DREAMED THAT rose petals were falling from the sky, the velvety petals caressing her face, their sweet scent swirling around her. In her half-sleep, a smile played on her lips. Niall was sauntering through the rose-petal shower, a guitar slung over one shoulder with his thumbs hooked in the belt loop of his blue jeans. Pink petals dotted his longish hair, and mounds of red and yellow petals were strewn about his feet like autumn leaves. This dream had a soundtrack, too. Niall’s rich, sensual voice drew her in. She gathered her arms around his neck and…
The sensation of silky petals on her cheek grew so real that she fluttered her eyes. A burst of salmon-pink petals caught her eye. The touch on her skin was real. She drew in a breath of the flower’s fragrant scent. Niall’s mossy
