Xander's POV
The mattress shifted beneath her weight. I sensed her presence before my eyes could focus in the dim lamplight that bathed my bedroom. Lyra moved through the shadows toward me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid silk.
She climbed onto the bed and settled herself above me, her thighs bracketing my hips. Her palms pressed flat against my chest, and the heat of her touch burned through my skin.
"Did you miss me?"
God, yes. Every second I was awake and every moment I slept.
"You visit me every night," I said.
The confession came out rough and raw. I couldn't stop the low laugh that escaped me, couldn't resist lifting my hand to trace the elegant curve of her jaw. "At least this time I can see every perfect detail of your face."
Her eyebrow lifted in question. "Visit?"
"I know this is a dream."
