CLARISSA’S POV
The next morning, I wake up breathless and my body flushed with heat. My sheets are tangled around my legs, and a deep ache pulses between my thighs. I had a crazy dream.
Landon.
His hands were on me, his lips trailing down my neck, teasing, claiming. I can still feel the ghost of his touch, the way his fingers trailed over my bare skin, how his voice rasped against my ear, telling me things that made my stomach tighten and my breath hitch. The dream had felt so real, so intoxicatingly vivid, that for a moment, I forget where I am. But reality crashes over me in an instant, and I hate it. I hate that my body responds to him like this. I hate that he’s in my head, even when he isn’t here.
I throw the covers off, trying to shake off the effects of my subconscious betrayal
