Marcy stirred from her sleep and took a deep breath that filled her lungs with the sweet scent of clover. It was the scent that came with longing, and at the same time, it created knots in her stomach.
Was she dreaming of George? It seems like it. And the dream was so vivid that small zaps of their bond danced over her skin because in her dream she was embracing him.
Wait! How can that be a dream if she can hear his light snores?
Marcy opened her eyes and realized that she was in a hotel room. That was the room she was supposed to share with Nora, yet George was on the bed with her.
And it's not just that he was on the bed, but he was lying on his back, her head was on his shoulder, and his arm was around her. Their position was quite intimate even though they had clothes on. What the heck?
Marcy lifted her head to confirm that he was sleeping.