Zoe woke up with a gasp, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. It had taken her everything not to scramble from the bed in fright. Sweat stuck to her skin, making her comfortable and she was still reeling from the dream she just had.
Of course, no one else would have a sex dream about Gabriel, but her. Was she fucking out of her mind?! This man was the only reason her ass wasn't on the street and she dared to have a sex dream about him. God, she must be losing her mind.
While the heated encounter had been a dream after all, the knock on the door was real and Zoe nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard it.
"I'm coming!" She shouted, hoping that would buy her enough time as she hurried into the sink and splashed water on her face.
