could see him perfectly. He stood
about six foot three inches and was sculpted as if he had been
carved out of stone. She assumed he must work out on a daily basis
to stay that fit. He had black hair and eyes the color of the deep
part of the ocean outside her balcony door. So blue and dreamy. She
wanted to touch him. Just to run her hands down his arms and chest.
Was it as hard as it looked?
Yes, she thought to herself as she did just
that. In her dream she continued to explore with her hands, running
them over his shoulders and down his chest. Feeling the muscles
ripple as she explored. She had never wanted to do this before. No
one in her life had made her want to just touch and feel.
Amber moaned in her sleep. The dream was so
real. She could smell him. He was wearing just a hint of cologne.
The smell had her wanting to bury her face in his neck and curl
into him. So she did. She sniffed and smiled.
It was a dream. Amber could be as bad as she
wanted. She nipped his earlobe and kissed his neck. She continued
to run her hands over his body as she explored the dark
stranger.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and kissed her until
she couldn’t breathe. Amber moaned again. What were these
sensations she felt in her stomach? She felt sick and hot, but she
knew it wasn’t a real sick feeling. She needed something, but she
wasn’t sure what. Emotions were swirling within her and she needed
him to touch her, but he wouldn’t. Why not?
The stranger seemed to be fading. Amber
called to him but she didn’t know his name. “Where are you going,”
she called. But there was no answer.
Amber jolted awake. She was drenched in sweat
and there was a strange feeling in her belly that she couldn’t
explain. The dream had been so real. She would have to make sure
not to run into that man again. She couldn’t afford for her stalker
to discover her smiling at him or talking with him.
Amber laid back on the bed with a smile on
her face. At least her stalker couldn’t see her dreams.
Derek laid on his own bed. He had just got
off the phone with the coroner and had discovered that Jesse Chunn
had indeed been murdered. He couldn’t have driven himself off that
cliff because his neck had been broken prior to going over the
cliff.
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t
think the girl he was chasing had the strength or the skill to snap
a man’s neck, especially one the size of Jesse. That meant there
was some other explanation for why she was on the run and why
people around her were dying. He would get to the bottom of it.
First, he had to shake her from his head.
Those eyes of hers could make a man want things he couldn’t have.
And the desire he saw in them made him wish he could take her back
to his place and protect her for the rest of his life.
Derek shook his head. He couldn’t be thinking
like that. He had to find out why she was on the run. He would have
to try to strike up a conversation and see if she would
respond.
Derek heard the shower in the room next to
him and knew she had awakened from her nap. He groaned at the
thought of her climbing into the shower. He needed to be more
professional.
Amber usually only took hot showers but this
time the faucet was turned all the way to the C. She stood under
the water trying to clear her head. She could not afford for some
stranger to overtake her thoughts like this. She decided she would
hit the road tomorrow. A day earlier than she had originally
planned. She would let the front desk know when she went out for
supper.
Amber turned off the water and stepped out of
the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried off then studied herself
in the mirror. She had changed in the four years since she had left
Alma. Her hair was much longer. Her face a little older and more
haunted looking. She wasn’t sure the last time she looked in the
mirror and just smiled. Her eyes were not the same either. In Alma,
she was happy. A glowing youth on the verge of living out her
dreams of
about six foot three inches and was sculpted as if he had been
carved out of stone. She assumed he must work out on a daily basis
to stay that fit. He had black hair and eyes the color of the deep
part of the ocean outside her balcony door. So blue and dreamy. She
wanted to touch him. Just to run her hands down his arms and chest.
Was it as hard as it looked?
Yes, she thought to herself as she did just
that. In her dream she continued to explore with her hands, running
them over his shoulders and down his chest. Feeling the muscles
ripple as she explored. She had never wanted to do this before. No
one in her life had made her want to just touch and feel.
Amber moaned in her sleep. The dream was so
real. She could smell him. He was wearing just a hint of cologne.
The smell had her wanting to bury her face in his neck and curl
into him. So she did. She sniffed and smiled.
It was a dream. Amber could be as bad as she
wanted. She nipped his earlobe and kissed his neck. She continued
to run her hands over his body as she explored the dark
stranger.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and kissed her until
she couldn’t breathe. Amber moaned again. What were these
sensations she felt in her stomach? She felt sick and hot, but she
knew it wasn’t a real sick feeling. She needed something, but she
wasn’t sure what. Emotions were swirling within her and she needed
him to touch her, but he wouldn’t. Why not?
The stranger seemed to be fading. Amber
called to him but she didn’t know his name. “Where are you going,”
she called. But there was no answer.
Amber jolted awake. She was drenched in sweat
and there was a strange feeling in her belly that she couldn’t
explain. The dream had been so real. She would have to make sure
not to run into that man again. She couldn’t afford for her stalker
to discover her smiling at him or talking with him.
Amber laid back on the bed with a smile on
her face. At least her stalker couldn’t see her dreams.
Derek laid on his own bed. He had just got
off the phone with the coroner and had discovered that Jesse Chunn
had indeed been murdered. He couldn’t have driven himself off that
cliff because his neck had been broken prior to going over the
cliff.
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t
think the girl he was chasing had the strength or the skill to snap
a man’s neck, especially one the size of Jesse. That meant there
was some other explanation for why she was on the run and why
people around her were dying. He would get to the bottom of it.
First, he had to shake her from his head.
Those eyes of hers could make a man want things he couldn’t have.
And the desire he saw in them made him wish he could take her back
to his place and protect her for the rest of his life.
Derek shook his head. He couldn’t be thinking
like that. He had to find out why she was on the run. He would have
to try to strike up a conversation and see if she would
respond.
Derek heard the shower in the room next to
him and knew she had awakened from her nap. He groaned at the
thought of her climbing into the shower. He needed to be more
professional.
Amber usually only took hot showers but this
time the faucet was turned all the way to the C. She stood under
the water trying to clear her head. She could not afford for some
stranger to overtake her thoughts like this. She decided she would
hit the road tomorrow. A day earlier than she had originally
planned. She would let the front desk know when she went out for
supper.
Amber turned off the water and stepped out of
the shower. She grabbed a towel and dried off then studied herself
in the mirror. She had changed in the four years since she had left
Alma. Her hair was much longer. Her face a little older and more
haunted looking. She wasn’t sure the last time she looked in the
mirror and just smiled. Her eyes were not the same either. In Alma,
she was happy. A glowing youth on the verge of living out her
dreams of
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