The Escape Collection: (The Escape Collection) - Plot & Excerpts
I snuggled deeper under the covers. It rang again and I cursed myself for not turning it off. Why did the stupid thing have service first thing in the morning anyway? The ringing stopped and I relaxed into bed, trying to sink back into slumber. I recalled my dream. It was the same one I’d been having the last few nights. I was in the field, just like the woman in the photo. Spinning faster and faster, emotions flashing through me. Every time the dream was different, but this time, the pain I usually felt as I spun was gone, replaced by pleasure. It was euphoric. Only it didn’t last. As I’d continued to spin, the good feelings flew out of me one by one, until all I felt was an overwhelming sense of emptiness. I groaned and flipped over to my back. Sleep eluded me. The dream didn’t disturb me as it usually did in the morning. It felt different. I felt different. Jason. My thoughts started to drift back to Jason and the night before. But before I could get too lost in my fantasy or attempt to justify what’d happened, my phone started ringing again. “Really?”
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