I was just fired from my job, and the house my ex-boyfriend owns is falling down around me. There’s nothing tying me to this town, so I decide to get a fresh start. Newport is adorable. The kind of small, friendly town where people smile at you on purpose. Even better, the antique store that hires me comes with a shockingly affordable apartment. It feels like I’ve finally stumbled into a version of life that isn’t trying to crush me. And then the dreams start. These aren’t normal dreams. Not stress dreams. Not even “oh no, I wore underwear to homeroom” dreams. No, these are sexy dreams. Ridiculously sexy dreams. One night I dream my sheets are touching me in ways my ex could never imagine. And honestly? Good for me. Except, I might not be dreaming. Because my bedding seems very…involved. And skilled. And real. Which is ridiculous. Impossible, even. A bedding set can’t be the best lover I’ve ever had. Right?