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He looks down at his stomach, then back at me.
“What do my muscles have to do with my dominion?”
“Absolutely nothing. I’m just appreciating the craftsmanship.”
I walk closer, studying him with the same professional interest I’d give a priceless sculpture.
Except this particular sculpture has a pulse.
And a very impressive bulge beneath that ridiculous scrap of fabric.
“Honestly, the ancient Greeks were onto something. If all the gods looked like you, I’d have been at the temple every Sunday.”
“Sunday?”
“Never mind.”
He watches me circle him, his expression shifting from irritation to something far more interesting.
Amusement.
“You are a peculiar mortal.”
“And you’re a very attractive hallucination. Looks like we’re both making discoveries tonight.”
“I am no hallucination.”
“Right. You’re the God of Dreams.”
“And Desire.”
“Right. And I’m standing in a magical temple in my nightgown.”
“Yes.”
“Which means I’m dreaming.”
“Yes.”
I spread my hands.
“Glad we cleared that up.”
His mouth curves.
It’s a small smile, barely there, but it transforms his face from intimidatingly beautiful to downright dangerous.
“You have a sharp tongue, little mortal.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“I wonder what other talents it possesses.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
Oh.
Well, hello there.
