Surprise crosses her face—like she can't believe I thought ahead about something she mentioned wanting to do. Like she's not used to people paying attention to her needs and planning around them.
But then she beams at me—this bright, genuine smile that makes my chest tight.
"Thank you, Theo. Really. That means a lot."
I simply nod, not trusting myself to say anything else that won't sound too sentimental or vulnerable.
I hand her the phone back and head toward her door, forcing myself to leave before I do something stupid like climb into that bed with her.
"Goodnight, Reverie," I say without looking back.
"Goodnight, Theo," she whispers.
I make it to my room and close the door quietly behind me, leaning back against the solid wood.
Then I let out a long breath and look down.
My towel is tenting obscenely.
Already hard as steel.
Leaking precum that's dampening the white fabric.
One soft kiss. One gentle moment.
And I'm this wrecked. This desperation for her is maddening.
I groan, running a hand through my still-damp hair.
"It's gonna be a long night."
CHAPTER 29
Soaked Before Sunrise
~REVERIE~
Heat.
Everywhere heat—hands sliding across my skin like liquid fire, lips trailing paths that make me arch and gasp and reach for more. I'm drowning in sensation, in the weight of bodies pressing close, in mouths that taste like sin and promise. My dreams have never felt this real, this visceral, this overwhelming in their intensity.
I'm muttering something—words that don't form properly, that dissolve on my tongue before they can take shape. My body moves of its own accord, turning, seeking, pressing into phantom touches that feel impossibly solid.
A moan escapes my parted lips as warmth pools low in my belly, building and building until I'm trembling with need.
Lips everywhere.
Sucking, kissing, claiming.
One mouth closes around my nipple and I cry out, back arching off the mattress. Another claims my lips in a kiss that steals my breath and replaces it with pure want. And thenthere's a mouth between my thighs, licking and sucking until I'm coming apart, until I'm shattering into a thousand pieces of pure pleasure.
The alarm shatters the dream like glass.
My eyes shoot open, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it actually hurts.
The room is dark—still deep night despite the numbers glowing accusingly on my phone screen. 4:00 AM. Four in the goddamn morning and I'm awake and aroused and completely mortified.
I groan, pressing both hands to my overheated face.
