*Dove*

“Hey, birdie.” His voice reached my ears like a sweet harmony. “I missed you.”

Miles's hand cupped the side of my face, my dream feeling so real. I leaned into his warmth and closed my eyes, relishing the touch.

I missed him far more than I had let myself realize.

I placed my hand on top of his, our fingers threading together.

“Dove, open your eyes.” His voice was soft and comforting. It reached deep into the crevasse of ...