Lucy
Each time the memory played in my mind, my heart hammered in my chest, my pulse echoed in my ears and my lips tingled. I could scarcely believe I had done it, kissed him, Konstantin.
Just his name dancing silently on my tongue sent ripples of a strange electricity through my chest. How could he have ingrained himself in my heart so quickly? He hadn’t forced his way into it or demanded my affections. All he had done was quietly appreciate my company, as though that was enough for him.
His scent of crisp yet musky mountainous air had lulled me to sleep, draped on my figure from his t-shirt. I could almost taste him all over again, triggered only by that scent, and his face had graced my dreams, chasing away all my fears.
For five long months, my dreams had consisted of Finley, using
