Violet Purple woke up with a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. She had never thought she'd actually pull it off, but she had missed Asher so badly that she'd thrown caution to the wind and tried reaching him through the dream.
And it worked.
The memory hit her like a spark, heat rushing to her cheeks. Saints, she could still feel his kiss, every touch, and every way he had her. Her body tingled in such a way she could almost swear the dream had been real.
Still smiling, Violet turned, and froze.
Alaric was wide awake. His piercing blue eyes watched her with quiet amusement, head resting lazily on one arm.
"Y-you're awake," she stammered, feeling her heart trip over itself.
"Of course," Alaric replied smoothly. "Not even a dead man could sleep through your moans."
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Goddess, no.
Color flooded her face as she yanked the sheets over her head.
