He Sees You When You're Sleeping

by Alta Hensley

“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. Jesus. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden spark of electricity between us. “Dark, huh? Be careful what you wish for, Jack.” He holds my gaze, his expression turning serious. “I’m not afraid of the dark. Or of you.”

Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.