- RAYA -
"Will you have dinner with me tonight?" Dex asks against my lips.
We're still tangled in one another. His hands are cupping my face, fingers in my hair. All of the dreams I've had with him that were forgotten and controlled by writing them in the journal start firing back to life in my mind—released now from their slumber—and I nod in answer to his question, biting my lip as I do.
Dex smiles, and I wonder how we're going to let go of each other. I can tell he doesn't want to break away, and I'd be content staying in his arms like this all day long. But I'm also not going to be a threat to his position at work when his brother is still plotting against him.
He kisses me one last time, his hands trailing down through my hair, and I keep myself from arching into him like I want to. I keep myself from moving the way I know will provoke him to stay and continue.
When he finally does pull away, his gaze stays on me—soft and desiring.
