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He smelled divine and I wanted to turn my head away so I didn’t embarrass myself, but I couldn’t move. He was too near, too perfect.
“I... um...” I gulped and forced my eyes open.
Be normal. Be normal.
“Nothing. Everything’s okay. Sorry about that.”
This was the man I’d been dreaming about for weeks. He stole every sleeping moment and turned it into an erotic feast for my senses.
My face turned into a red, hot mess, courtesy of the blush that stole across my cheeks.
I put my cool hands to my hot face and attempted to look composed, even though I wasn’t.
How is this possible?
He isn’t meant to exist!
“Have you seen my son before?” The woman narrowed her eyes in a knowing manner. “In a dream, perhaps?”
“How did you know that?” I whispered, sitting straight up despite the niggles in my body.
The pain in my belly had mostly subsided and, although I could sense some tenderness and stiffness in my back, I was feeling a lot better than before.
The woman smiled. “Proper introductions first. I am Marienne, and this is my son Anthony.”
I tried to nod but found that increased my headache. “Have you got some ADVIL or something for a headache?”
Marienne stepped closer. “Would you like me to take your pain away?”
“How would you do that?” I asked, suspicion etched into my tone.
She laughed a little. “Just with my hands. I am a healer, of sorts.”
“Oh, like an energy healer?” I knew of some woo-woo style practitioners who could lay their hands on people and practically heal them through energy exchanges.
Not that I totally bought into that sort of thing, but at this point in time, I was happy to try anything.
“Yes. Just lay back.”
I did as she said, though an unease settled into my stomach.
Marienne pressed her fingers to my temples, then stroked my forehead gently.
I tried not to sigh, but her gentle touch was nice. Soothing to the pain.
“How’s that?” she asked after a minute or so, taking her hands away. “Any better?”
I opened my eyes, unaware of when I’d closed them. The pain was gone and my head felt clearer than it had in a long time.
I sat up once more. “Oh my God, you’re amazing!” I grinned up at the woman and her gorgeous son, trying not to let my embarrassment take hold once more.
This couldn’t be the man from my dreams, surely? Just because his eyes were blue-purple, and his face looked oh-so-familiar...
No. It’s impossible.
“Now, about that dream,” Marienne said.
“Mom, stop it.” Anthony gave his mom a push in the side that didn’t move her, so I had to assume it was playful.
