CHAPTER 7 Zira

  **steamy content**

  It was all a dream. At least it felt like a dream. I had dreams like this before, usually I’m in the woods surrounded by the smell of pine and oak, or on a beach listening to the sound of the waves. This time I was sitting on a soft California King size bed surrounded by a sheer black canopy. For some reason I was fascinated by the fabric and started to play with it. That's when I saw him walk out of what looked like the bathroom. So much steam covering him for a second I thought it was coming out of his skin. I watched him walk over towards another door. Maybe a closet. He had nothing but a towel around his waist leaving only a little to imagination. I could feel the lump in my throat as the scent of cinnamon and pine tickled my nose. Then it disappeared as quickly as it came.