Macy’s POV
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. My heart slammed against my chest like it wanted out.
Not again.
Same dream. Same haunting blue eyes. Same forbidden heat curling in my stomach.
I threw the blanket off and sat up, pressing my palms into my eyes. This had to stop. I couldn’t keep waking up like this—flushed, aching, confused—and all because of him. My boyfriend’s brother.
It was driving me insane.
Shaking off the remnants of the dream, I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.
My reflection stared back at me—wild-eyed, flushed, and slightly hollow. I looked like I hadn’t slept in days. Probably because I hadn’t.
I got dressed quickly, off to work already, hoping they’d give me the illusion of control.
A week had passed sinc
