I woke up to the feeling of his lips on mine. The dream was so vivid that I could almost taste his unique flavor on my tongue - the hint of forest pine mixed with something wild and inherently his.
"Landon," I whispered against his mouth, my eyes still closed, savoring the feel of him.
His lips were gentle yet demanding, coaxing a response from mine. I yielded willingly, my arms sliding around his neck, fingers tangling in his crimson hair as I pulled him closer. The ache in my chest eased with every caress, every brush of his tongue against mine.
When he finally broke the kiss, I kept my eyes shut, afraid that opening them would shatter this perfect moment. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.
"Look at me, little crow," he murmured, his voice that deep rumble that always sent shivers down my spine.
