Constance
“Hi,” I breathed, not entirely convinced he was real. If he was just a dream, an apparition, I didn’t want to wake up just yet. Having him here with me for even just the briefest of moments was worth it, even if he wasn’t real. I blinked, brining him into focus. Horns curled out of his head, his thick, soft as feathers black hair curling around them. His wings were tucked up lazily against his back. He looked sinfully delicious.
“Hi,” he whispered back, his fingers tracing the outline of my face and neck. Curious tantalizing fingers brushed over the small bones starting to protrude from my forehead before tucking stray strands of hair behind my ear.
“Hmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes at his gentle, familiar touch. “I’ve missed you.”
“Same, sunshine.” His response was just a
