I kept the dream a secret from everyone.

nor the first night, nor the second, not when it returned, hotter and heavier, twisting me till I couldn't breathe when I woke up.

However, it hung to me like smoke, Michael's lips on mine, his hand in my hair, and it wasn't as sharp with fangs and rage as it was the previous time. This time, it was slow and gentle, as if he wanted me more than simply to extinguish his own fire.

And I hated myself for desiring it.

My eyes sprung open, I clenched the ...