Reviews of Sweet Dreams
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Cara Compton woke from a deep sleep, bolting upright in her bed, her eyes wide in the dark room.
She ran her hands over her face and realized she was damp with sweat. And no wonder. Given that vivid, purely sexual dream…
Appalled at herself, needing to dissipate the effects of the dream, she threw back the sheet and sat up to turn on a lamp. The June weather had turned stifling hot, and no air stirred in her room. Trying to obliterate the tingling in her stomach and on her skin, she strode to the window to open it wider. It slid up easily, letting in a warm, restless breeze, and…
Her heart froze in her throat.
Across the way, in the same apartment complex but in the building adjacent to hers, the object of her hotter-than-hot dream stood at his own window. A soft light lined his body.
Jamison Lawton. Bare-chested. His hair mussed. Knowing he looked right at her, Cara lifted a limp hand to wave.