RYLIE
Feather-light, his hands trailed up my arms, eyes locked on mine. My heart raced, each touch igniting a spark, there was a fierce hunger in his eyes, the same one that churned inside of me, making me both excited and terrified.
His hands reached my face, his gaze asking for permission which I freely gave. He swooped down immediately, lips capturing mine in a heady kiss. It was everything I thought it would be, my senses going haywire.
"Rylie!" My name was accompanied by three swift and loud knocks.
I opened my eyes to the brightness flooding my room, morning had come. Pressing my head into the pillow, I groaned angrily, cursing whoever it was at the door. My heart was still racing from the intensity of the dream, and the loud knocks were an abrupt crash back to reality.
"Rylie." The person knocked again; it was Rayah, of course it was. Who else would be breaking my door down so early in the day?
