Lila
The knock came and the door slid open as it always did. And as her body seemed to like to do, when the voice said her name, her heart leapt because it sounded just like Dane. And she had to remind herself—but then he was there.
His massive body stumbling like he'd been tripped as he walked in, falling to the floor, his big hands splayed, his shoulders rippling with the impact of catching himself on the floor, but his eyes were wide and searching, and he pushed himself up and came for her and Lila couldn't believe what she was seeing. Literally couldn't. Couldn't let herself. It had to be a trick, it had to be.
Dane here was impossible.
Dane naked was… it couldn't be.
The room was full of a weird, high, keening noise that she didn't realize came from her own throat as she pushed herself back on the bed, away from him, away from his hands and his eyes and his voice that were so familiar, but couldn't be him. They couldn't be.
