It wasn’t long till Jasmine was drifting off into a deep sleep. She settled into a sweet dream. She was on her patio balcony, overlooking the waterfront. There were candles lit and soft music was playing in the background. Jasmine was wearing a white spaghetti top that stopped at her belly button and relaxed fit white cargo pants. Her feet were bare and her toes were painted a rich plum color. Her hair was a mountain of loose curls tumbling down around her shoulders. Her body was healed. She wasn’t alone. Ethan walked onto the balcony. He was relaxed for the first time ever. His didn’t have on a shirt. Her eyes roamed over his broad chest, his well-developed six pack, the tangle of blonde curls that sprayed across his body. He handed her a glass of champagne, which she gladly accepted. Jasmine turned her attention to the glass of champagne. When Ethan grew tired of watching her fiddle with glass, he gently removed it from her hands and placed it on a nearby table.
