A cold, gentle breeze ruffled the sheet beside my leg. It would've made me shiver, but my feet were twisted around Tristan's, wringing the soothing warmth out of his skin. Would the dream never end? Was he truly here next to me, holding me tightly against him?

Tristan's chest moved slowly beneath my face, rising and falling as softly as a baby. I opened my eyes and turned my head to watch him. He looked like an angel resting peacefully in a cloud. He'd listened to me after all and ...