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FIFTY-EIGHT

Clarissa shook hard as she stared at nothing on the wall. The dream was rattling her, and she barely knew she was screaming or a hand was moving through her hair till she was pulled to a hard male body.

“It’s just a dream. It’s not real,” a voice penetrated her head.

She blinked. The voice was calm and soothing. It felt so real and purely full of love. She pushed herself slightly backward and stared into Archer’s eyes.

“Archer,” she said softly.

“Clarissa.”

She was aware at that moment that she was naked. She looked down at herself and saw her blanket had exposed her bare chest to him. A blush crept up her cheeks.

“Are you ok? Do you need water?” He was asking.

She jolted her eyes up at him, and the dream replayed fiercer in her mind’s eye. She forgot she was nude and threw herself at Drew, weeping softly on his shoulders.

His hands slowly entwined her to him. She was aware of his words, but she couldn’t make it all out against her tears. It was too much. She kept crying, while he was
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