- DEX -
When Raya disappears behind the bathroom door, I let out a heavy breath and stare at my bed, raking a hand over my face when images automatically arise about what we could do there. I know exactly how I would kiss her and how she would taste—how perfectly she fits against me and the soft reassurance of her body when it's close.
How the hell am I going to get through this night without touching her when the feral growl of possession is steadily growing again in my mind?
Mine.
That's all I can think. It's almost like the word trembles against my bones. That's how real the voice is—how real my own voice is—and how deeply it's embedded into the fabric of my being.
"Shit," I whisper to myself, pacing the room, trying to get that instinct to diminish.
