Alexia reached home that evening and walked to her bedroom. She lay on her bed, looking at the white roof. Alexia couldn't take the thought of Dylan off her mind; she could remember every of his movement vividly.

The way he had touched her. His breath was on her skin. How he almost kissed her. His wet lips connected to her exposed skin. Everything made her heart beat up and down. If she had the power, she would magically let Dylan appear in the room to make her feel ...