She listen quietly as he told her the story, nodding at a few points, grinning at a few others. Weird was definitely an understatement but it could’ve been worse. “Hey, you dreamt I was beautiful. I’m not complaining.” She leaned against him gently, hoping that would ease the worried look across his face. She didn’t think it was crazy. Well, it was, but clearly they were both crazy then.
Cass held out the mirror once more, this time taking in both their reflections now they were so close. There they were again, the older man and the sea girl. One hand rose up and gently traced the contours of his jaw with the back of her knuckles. Smooth, even if her reflection showed she was touching his beard. “What does it mean? I mean—” Well, she was asking the wrong question. Paul seemed just as shocked as she was. “When did you have the dream? Last night?”