~~Drew’s PoV~~
My heart rate is finally back under control as Bree and I get ready to leave the motel. There might be danger ahead, but it’s the kind of danger I’m more familiar with. At least if we’re focused on our escape, the urge to kiss her should take a backseat.
I don’t usually have vivid dreams. Part of the therapy I received after I stopped drinking focused on meditation and clearing my mind to help me avoid the kind of painful thoughts and dreams that had led to my alcohol dependence in the first place. As a result, I usually sleep soundly with no memory of any dreams I may have had.
This morning, however, is different. In my dream, Bree and I are being chased by someone, running through the streets of a dark and unwelcoming city, and when we reach a small, cramped alley, I p
