Ella
When I wake up the next morning, I feel better rested than I have in weeks. For the first time since I started hypnosis, Philippe hasn’t had to charge in during the middle of the night to wake me from my night terrors. Simply being able to connect with my mate did wonders for my state of mind, and even though our lovemaking was reserved for our dreams, my body is sated and satisfied.
Even though I just saw Sinclair, my heart leaps when my phone rings a moment later, and I pull the device from it’s charger. “Good morning my love.” I greet him, beaming.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” His handsome face fills the screen, still drowsy from sleep. “How are you feeling?”
“A thousand times better.” I admit, because not only did he save me from my nightmares, but the weight of my lies are fina
