Chapter 374

Leslie shifted in her sleep like someone lightly disturbed by a dream, then kicked off the blanket, revealing her long, shapely legs. Her hands moved instinctively, wrapping themselves around Broderick. Her eyes were still closed, her voice laced with drowsy murmurs. "Ricky, sleep." "Yeah, let's sleep," he answered softly, reaching for the remote on the nightstand to turn off the floor lamp. The room went completely dark. After a while, once their eyes adjusted, the outlines of things in the room started to reappear faintly. Broderick lay on his side, eyes open, watching Leslie's sleeping face close to his. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. He pulled her a little closer into his arms before finally drifting off. The next morning, Leslie woke up feeling hot. In her dream, she'd been soaking in a cool bath, the water feeling amazing. But somehow, the scene switched-she found herself alone in a desert. The sun blazed above her, and all around was endless sand, dry and scorching. He