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Nash Rivers Was Sexy As Hell. Why Would He Even Bother To Look Twice At A Woman Like Her?

Still, the images played through Samantha’s mind at night. Images of Nash. Only Nash. He was with her in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his body pressed close to hers. He would kiss her, whisper sweet seductive words in her ear. She’d touch him, kiss him, glory in the feel of him. Locked safely in the web of her dream, she could love him.

Then she would wake up and find herself alone, with nothing but a yearning growing stronger every day.

So what was the point of torturing herself by dreaming about him?

“Because that’s all I have,” she whispered sadly against her pillow. “And probably all I’ll ever have.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for him to come to her in the hazy cloud of a dream.