Chapter 16
The cool night air filtered through the window where Layne sat on the floor. He didn’t mind the wind or the way it whipped through his hair. It did little to disperse the heat burning inside him. He wished it were cooler so he would stop sweating.
The fire within him had returned, and then some. The vibrant thrum of his energy spoke of the increased intensity—intensity that resulted from one thing. Making love to Heaven.
He lowered his gaze to her face. One cheek pressed to his chest. The other he caressed. Her eyes remained closed, but the serene thrum of her energy swirled around him, dissolving his anxiety over betraying Dylan.
His friend would never forgive him for this, which was fine. He neither expected nor needed Dylan’s forgiveness, but Heaven would. Despite what tr
