Finally, I type:Miss you.
I wait.
Five minutes.
Ten.
Nothing.
My chest tightens with something ugly and embarrassing, and I throw the phone onto the bed harder than necessary.
Somehow, against all logic, my thoughts drift elsewhere.
To dark eyes.
To a rough voice in a quiet corridor.
To the way Yaromir looked at me without trying to impress me.
I shouldn’t keep thinking about him. I know that. But my body clearly didn’t get the message. By the time I finally fall asleep, restless and annoyed with myself, the last thing in my head is the smell of smoke and cedar lingering around him.
And then I dream.
In the dream, I’m back in the corridor outside the restaurant bathroom. Only this time, Yaromir doesn’t move aside to let me pass.
He steps closer. One large hand settles against my waist, fingers spreading slowly over my dress. Heat rushes through me instantly, so intense it almost hurts.
“You keep staring at me,” he says quietly.
His voice slides through me.
I can barely breathe.
“I don’t,” I whisper.
He looks at me like he knows I’m lying. Then his hand moves higher, slow and deliberate, dragging up the side of my body until my skin feels too sensitive. My pulse pounds between mythighs. I’ve never felt this way before—hot, shaky, desperate for something I can’t even fully understand.
His mouth brushes my jaw, and I make a sound I’ve never heard from myself before. Low. Needy.
“You’re engaged,” he murmurs against my skin.
The words should stop this. Instead, they make the heat worse.
In the dream, I grab his coat and pull him closer. His body is hard against mine, overwhelming, consuming. His hand slides down my thigh and I gasp sharply as pleasure crashes through me so suddenly my knees nearly give out.
“Yaromir—”
I bolt upright on my bed, my sheets tangled around my legs. And I’m wet. Completely, embarrassingly wet. My heart pounds violently as I stare at the ceiling, breathing hard.
For a second, I don’t move.
Then shame floods in hot behind the lingering pleasure.
I press my thighs together instinctively, still sensitive, still aching.
Oh my God.
I just had a dream about my fiancé’s brother.
