Viviana’s POV:

The dream from last night left me burning up even after waking. The mess of tangled sheets testified to the restless night, forcing me, blushing furiously, to gather them up and shove them into the washing machine. My reflection offered no consolation; my short hair was a complete disaster and two prominent red marks—mosquito bites—marred the fair skin of my neck.

With hurried resolve, I tidied myself and stepped out the door, only to have my ...