The realization hit Cassian like a freight train, mortifying and utterly bewildering.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his erratic breathing and the restless turmoil in his chest.
But the images from his dream refused to fade. The warmth of Evangeline's body, the scent of her skin, the way she felt against him—it all lingered as if etched into his very nerves, teasing and tormenting him.
He had never, not once in his life, dreamed of being intimate with a woman like that.
And yet, in his dream, he had kissed Evangeline.
The thought alone was unfathomable.
It made him feel like some regular, hormone-driven teenage boy dreaming about the girl he liked.
Wait... What the hell was he thinking? The girl he liked?
Did he... Like Evangeline?
*****
Days had passed since that fatefu
