LYSANDER
The bed dipped with her weight. I felt it before I saw her. The shift of the mattress and the whisper of fabric against skin. My eyes opened to find Fia moving toward me through the dim lamplight of my room, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hands pressed against my chest.
"Miss me?"
Goddess yes. Every waking moment and all the sleeping ones too.
"I dream about you every night," I said.
The words came out rough and honest. I couldn't help the chuckle that followed, couldn't stop my hand from reaching up to trace the line of her jaw. "It's nice to really have your envisioned face perfectly molded this time around."
Her eyebrow arched. "Dream?"
"I know I'm dreaming."
"Well." She leaned down closer, her breath warm against my mouth. "It would be a pleasant dream, wouldn't it? Given you can never have me in the waking world."
