Lyra

I woke up, managing to bite back part of my moan, pulse pounding in my veins. My sheets were tangled around me, and I was drenched in sweat. Thoughts from the night before had turned into a nightmare about Ryan.

Terrific.

Images of Ryan played in my head all day and now he was in my dreams too? I cursed under my breath, something I couldn't do at home.

I lay there, trying to forget the weird dream, but questions kept nagging at me. Was my brain trying to send a ...