Wildflowers and rain. Lucas breathed in deeper. He frowned at the bitter scent of herbs mixed in. Oh well. Even in his dreams he could never quite get the smell right. He wouldn't question this brief dream so long as it filled his mind with the scent of her.
Eva.
His heart throbbed. Her warmth enveloped him. He pulled her closer until she was snug against him. It was so familiar that he wished he would never wake up.
His ears twitched as they picked up the slow beat of her heart. He traced the curve of her back and pressed his cheek into her hair. Her even breaths tickled the side of his neck. Almost like every morning they spent at the estate together. He missed these most treasured memories the most.
Unlike his other dreams, this one felt too real. For one thing, he remembered the pain of missing her so much that his own breath caught in his throat. Her smell was mixed with something sharp and bitter. Medicinal, he realized.
