Spooning under the sheets, Desmond and I were warm, comfortable, and smitten with each other. Finally, allowing my heart to feel for him had lifted a weight off my shoulders. It took courage to accept my love for him, and even though I had no idea what the future held for us, I felt content and happy to be with my incubus and under his protection. “What are you thinking, my love?” Desmond’s emerald green eyes shone with affection and concern for me. There was something different about ...