His pale blue eyes stood out against his tan skin. His brown hair was a little longer than it had been since she’d last saw him. She wondered if the real Dalton’s hair had grown, or if her subconscious was simply assuming this small detail for her. As he walked further into the room and nearer to her, his presence seemed to fill the whole space. She forgot how big he was.
“Another dream?” he asked, his lips turning up ever so slightly. “You must really miss me.”
“Do you … does he … miss me?” she asked, and then felt like an i***t for asking the dream Dalton if real Dalton missed her. Gah, she was a dork.
“I do miss you, more than you can probably comprehend,” he answered, taking another step closer.
Jewel’s breath caught. She could feel the heat of his skin as he was mere inches awa
