Chapter 8.
Megara
I’d been dreaming, quite literally, of this moment, for almost a year.
Fiore had pushed himself into my dreams for all of last semester, and most of them had ended with a kiss, or a touch, or s*x that had left me aching for him when I awoke.
And now my dream was becoming a reality. I had him in my arms and he was safe.
I was safe. And we were together.
I pressed closer and slipped my tongue out to taste his lips.
He groaned and gripped my waist. Not as hard as I’d like, but enough to show me that he wanted me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my whole body up against his. I wanted to get close. As close as I could physically get.
But he was pulling away, dragging my arms off his shoulders and staring at me with worry in his eyes.
“Megara... you know
