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in this dream. She could always feel him in her dreams—the way his cock felt inside her, the weight of his muscular body on hers, the warmth of his skin. But when she tried to see his face, it was always fuzzy, like she was looking through a fogged-up window. She wondered if it was because they’d been together for such a short time.
    “Toni, open your eyes.”
    A warm hand scooped hers up and she felt breath at her ear.
    “Please, Toni, wake up.”
    She could even smell him. It made her skin tingle. She smiled and lips brushed her cheek. She willed her heavy lids to open. This dream was so real! She could see the detail of his razor stubble and the little lines that fanned out from the corners of his eyes. And those eyes! How could she have forgotten how green they were?
    He smiled back at her.
    “Hey,” he said.
    This is real.
    “Thomas?”
    Toni was shocked at how weak and ragged her voice sounded. She blinked against the sting as her tears gathered. She felt an arm slide behind her back and turned to see Bridget beside her, easing her up.
    “Try to sit up, Toni. I’ll get you something to drink.”
    Toni pressed her lips into the glossy red-orange hair. “I’ve got to pee,” she whispered.
    Bridget nodded and helped Toni hang her legs over the side of the bed. Toni slid an arm around Bridget’s thin waist and allowed herself to be helped up. The two women stood for a moment while Toni tested her equilibrium. She felt sluggish, but steady enough.
    Toni took a moment to look around the dingy room, but her bladder would not be ignored. She let Bridget lead her down the hallway and—after assuring the redhead that she could manage on her own—closed the bathroom door behind her. Toni had emptied her bladder and was washing her hands in the sink before she fully registered that she was no longer wearing the capris and tank top she’d arrived in. She was wearing black sweatpants that hugged her hips but puddled at her ankles and a black T-shirt that hung down to mid-thigh and stretched taut across her braless breasts.
    Oh gawd. I’m wearing the new guy’s clothes.
    Toni looked in the mirror and immediately flattened her palms over her face. Her eyes were covered, but the brief glimpse was seared in her memory. Her eyes were puffy and red and ringed with smudged mascara. Her hair stuck up and out in some spots and was matted flat in others.
    Desperately hoping that she’d imagined the horrific sight, Toni pulled her hands from her face and rechecked her reflection.
    Nope, no mistake. I look like a homeless person.
    She groaned when she noticed the white line of dried spittle trailing from the corner of her mouth.
    Toni opened the cold tap and lathered up her hands under the frigid stream. She scrubbed her face—wincing at the icy jolt—until she’d washed away the makeup and drool. She ran her wet hands back through her hairline and combed her fingers through to the ends, getting snagged on the dried ice cream at the back of her head. She repeated the process until her hair was evenly damp and the big snarls were worked out.
    Thomas is here. I can’t believe he’s actually here.
    She bent at the waist, flipping her hair towards the floor, then coaxed the curls to spring back into shape. Toni made the return trip to standing a bit too abruptly and the room began to tilt and spin. She groped her way back to the toilet and sat down fully clothed. She leant forward—elbows on knees—and breathed slowly until the world came back into balance. She heard a tap on the door.
    “Toni, everything okay in there?”
    “Fine. I’ll be out in just a sec, Bridget.”
    Toni stood slowly and returned to the mirror. Improvement—not great, but better. She dragged her lips through her teeth, trying to bring up the colour, and harshly rubbed her cheeks in lieu of rouge.
    First time I see him in months and this is how I look. Shit!
    Toni’s heart thundered. Her mouth felt less than fresh and he’d been inches from her