- RAYA -
Dex and I spend an insanely divine time kissing next to his motorcycle as the sun finally sets behind us. Everything about the way he kisses me is familiar while also being thrilling and new, and God I wish I could just rip his clothes off right here and see that beautifully sculpted body, run my hands along it, appreciate the bare power that I feel being held back like I'm too fragile or precious to risk breaking.
I could honestly kiss him forever. We don't even need to do anything more. We can just kiss—as long as he keeps making these promises with the passionate plunge of his tongue and the soft growls that I can feel awakening something in my bones, I'll be happy.
I'm just wondering how in the hell this perfect, sexy man is mine right now. How have I gotten this lucky? At first, the dreams had me believing I was losing my mind, but now I have him. He's here. I manifested him in my sleep.
