He c***s his head, lightly nuzzling the skin on my cheekbone with his nose. “I don’t dream. Ever. Even when I was a kid, I would go to sleep and just wake up in the morning, with only blackness and emptiness filling the gap in between. Up until recently, I believed that dreams are just a lie.”
A shiver runs down my spine. “But not anymore?”
“Not anymore,” he rasps. “Can you guess what I dream about, tiger cub?”
I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head. The ringing of a nearby phone penetrates the haze I’m in. My devil takes my wrist, raising my hand.
“I dream about you, tiger cub.” Whispered words, just before he places a fleeting kiss on my fingertips. “But my every dream is interrupted by an alarm clock.”
He lets go of my hand, and then the warmth at my back disappears. I tur
