In the early morning hours, Evie and Aly are sleeping in the tiny bed of the run-down inn…but Aly is having a vivid dream of being rescued by an idealized, angelic version of Evie…
When she released my wrists, I slumped forward, and Evie caught me as I melted into her arms. I leaned against her, feeling the strong muscles beneath her soft skin. Her dress smelled like a forest in spring and her hair smelled like fresh lilacs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and snuggled closer against her; I felt safe and protected in her embrace.
“Oh, Evie, thank you so! How can I ever repay you?”
“You can start by giving me back some covers,” she said softly.
“Mmm-hmmm…sure…wait..what??” I said. I looked up into her electric blue eyes, and saw her beautiful face framed by her hair splayed out over the pillow beside mine. I blinked twice, and while looking about I slowly realized we were still in the tiny room of the run-down inn. I looked back into her eyes, now sparkling with amusement.
“If you’re going to insist we sleep naked in a twin bed, Aly, then you need to share the blanket so we can stay warm together.”
“Oops!” I said sheepishly, and draped the blanket over the smooth skin of Evie’s shoulder.
“That sounded like an intense dream you were having,” Evie whispered as she stroked my hair with a soothing touch. “Are you ok?”
“I’ll tell you all about it in the morning,” I said as I snuggled closer and tucked my head against her chest.
Evie matched my contented sigh with one of her own, and we both drifted back into a peaceful sleep.