How is it possible? How is she seeing him when he is a figment of her imagination? The things he does to her in her dreams, and the things she finds herself begging him for. Things she would never be brave enough to say to any man. She assumes it’s just a phase of exotic thoughts. She doesn’t think much of it because up until now, he has just been a character in a fiction dreamland. But here he is. Staring at her with those dangerously lustful, emerald green sea blue eyes. And she cannot believe who those eyes belong to.