I pick up her dress and rise, then turn it right side out. The shallow furrow between her brows tells me that she didn’t anticipate that. “Arms up.” Even though the last thing I want is to wrap her back up, not only is her mother still part of this dream, but also, the tears on her cheeks have barely dried. Her soft skin pebbles as she slowly unknots and raises her arms. I don’t rush cloaking her curves, sensing this may be the last time I get to touch her in this dream. “I never thought dressing a woman could prove as arousing as undressing one.”
