“You’re all I’ve dreamt of every single night since I found that list, Serenity. Do you have any idea what I’ve done to you in my dreams? What I’ll do to you tonight?” I rise to my tiptoes, my lips only an inch from his. “I want you to show me, Archer. Let me be your living fantasy.” He pushes a hand into my hair and grips tightly. “You already are,” he whispers, and then he kisses me, his touch slow at first, hesitant, until I respond. He groans, parting my lips to deepen our kiss, and for the first time in weeks, my mind quietens.
