She left as Anabella reached for her running clothes. Her thoughts were in complete shambles due to the dream. She always remembered the dreams she had, because they made such an impression and impact on her, dreams she would never forget.
Again, the same dream. What is wrong with me, she asked herself.
This time, she enjoyed the dream, she knew it, and she could feel it―her body was still aroused with the intensity she had experienced.
The dreams usually left her listless and numb, but this one had most definitely excited her. She knew they didn't involve Aldrich. It was always someone else; someone whose face she could never make out. Only this time, there had been more than one face, all unknown, but familiar all the same. She shivered, and her muscles throbbed with a need she was b
