Zach’s rocky exhale drifts over my face and I frown. That’s definitely the first time one of my fantasies has included sensory features. And I’m still marveling over it when Zach scoots closer on the bed, until we’re right up against each other. He takes my hand and places it over his heart. I gasp at the way it flies, seemingly at a thousand beats per minute, slamming up into my palm as if it wants to exit his chest. He’s here. He’s really in my bedroom. In a tux.
