Date = 9 November
Waking up in a bed.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
His bed in his house. Now that’s a first.
POV - Melaena
I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion.
Not faintly. Not vaguely. Fully, unmistakably HIM.
I inhale deeply, shamelessly, savoring it. Hell, what a great dream. I kissed Damion.
Not that my subconscious hasn’t visited that particular fantasy before — but this one felt different. More solid. More detailed.
More real.
I lift my fingers and brush them over my lips.
Too real.
Smiling like an i***t, I roll onto my back and open my eyes slowly, determined to stretch this illusion for as long as possible.
“Good, you’re up.”
My heart trips.
I look at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, coffee in hand, hair a little wild, eyes way too
