"She thinks about the dreams she has sometimes- flashes of Robin, her eyes, her lips, her hands. So quick that if she didn’t know Robin so well, she might not even be able to tell who it is. But she does, of course. Even if she didn’t recognize every part of Robin, she can feel that it’s her. And she can feel what Robin’s doing to her. And it’s almost like she’s Robin in these dreams too, or like Robin’s thoughts are so loud, Nancy can hear them through every touch. In her dreams, Robin worships her.
She wakes up from those dreams sweating, tangled up in her sheets."











