Over the past two months, Adrian had dreamed of Christine several times.
Perhaps it had something to do with his abstinence - though he hadn't consciously chosen to abstain because of Christine. It was just that whenever desire stirred, her face would appear in his mind, making every other woman seem utterly uninteresting.
In almost all his dreams, he was taking her.
In his car, his office, the rooms of his house, the bathroom... The woman would moan and cry beneath him, her wet eyes reflecting a mix of confused pleasure and guilty pain.
But there was one time when he dreamed of Christine with Ethan. They were in the family garden, Christine crouching by the flower bed, looking up and saying something to Ethan. His brother was leaning down, his lips curving into a smile at her words, his shoulders shaking with happy laughter.
Adrain had witnessed this scene once through his car window during a visit home.
