Leiza's breath caught in her throat as she reached up, her fingers trembling as she touched his cheek, caressing it softly before pinching it—a sharp, almost disbelieving pinch.
"Rael, it's really you, or am I dreaming?" she asked, her voice cracking in complete disbelief. "This is a dream, right? I must have gotten a concussion after the crash, and I'm reliving the dream, hoping that my husband is here."
Azzy, the man in her arms, smiled as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the lips and said. "I didn't expect you to dream such erotic things, too, Hon."
She looked around, still unable to fully comprehend the situation. The world around them was frozen, the entire scene suspended in time. "Nothing's moving…" she murmured.
Azzy's lips curled into a wry smile. "Your husband's got a few tricks up his sleeve. Stopping time is one of them."
