All I have of him are flashes of memories, vivid nightmares. But when I wake up to last night's dream man in my bedroom, who do I believe? My head... or my heart?I woke up this morning with everything a woman could ever live for.
A beautiful loft in the south of France. A gorgeous albeit brooding man who looks at me as if I’m his last meal.
Too bad I don’t remember any of it.
A life I never knew with a lover I don’t recognize… It can’t get any worse… until it does.
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