**PRESENT**
Ila moaned Al's name as pleasure shot through her.
It was so vivid, so real. Her lashes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Al'.
But not the nineteen year old version of him.
"You want to share what you were dreaming about, Amore?" The pet name rolled off his tongue in that deep, commanding voice she found so damn compelling. His fingers moved inside her, a slow, torturous reminder that the pleasure she'd felt wasn't just a dream. It was real.
"Don't answer," he smirked, his stormy gray eyes holding hers captive. "I think I can guess."
Her breath caught; if he was here... then Sam was, too. And that meant she was in trouble.
Al's knowing smirk confirmed her worst fears.
Her instincts finally kicked in, and she became painfully aware of Sam's presence
