Chapter 8 — All of Me

~ LYRA ~

In truth, curiosity is the reason I’m in this situation, because from that night forward, Ronan chased me night after night in my dreams—a sexual game of cat and mouse that he did so beautifully that I ended up wanting to be caught. When he finally caught me on the dance floor of the club I’d fled, I’d been a willing victim. I remember dancing in his arms, the rhythm of the music guiding our bodies. There'd been no fear. It was as if I’d finally found someone who understood me. A man whose arms felt like home. I began to crave sleep just to be close to him, to feel his body pressed against mine.

"It was real, Lyra," Ronan says, the words rumbling from his chest and dragging me back to reality. "All of it was real."

All of it. The words echo in my ears.

The first few dreams were somewhat tame, transpiring in places I refused to get down and dirty, but during the last one, we’d been alone in a bedroom. For the first time, we’d removed our c