Chapter 25

DEA

I absent-mindedly traced the seam of my lips with the pads of my fingers. It had been more than twenty-four hours since I kissed Victor but the tingling sensation of his lips pressed to mine still ghosted my flesh. I dreamt about it last night. My dreams were so in-depth and elicit, every detail seemed so real as if it were happening in reality and not just in the confinements of my head.

I dreamt of what his body felt like pressed against mine, only, my imagination went one step further and conjured up a feeling of his hard muscles and smooth flesh pressed again my body—all clothes disposed of. I dreamt of the way his mouth moved and roamed the surface of my body, the way his tongue would flicker out to get a taste of me ever so often. I dreamt of the way his hands molded me, held me, and caressed me.

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Victor had infiltrated my life and my thoughts but when I awoke, dripping in sweat and hot, he was nowhere to be seen. Every now and aga