Priscilla’s POV

Hot breath puffed against the back of my neck as long fingers swept my hair to the side. His touches were soft, gentle. Those delicate lips hovered against the side of my throat, offering me the coveted thrill of his mouth.

But the sensations felt hushed, a ghost of how his touch really felt. I indulged in it, nonetheless.

Wyatt was in my head, filling my dreams, but this felt different. Our bodies were drawn to each other as I leaned my back against his ...