Chapter 14Although his body ached, Matteo was warm and comfortable. He’d had the most wonderful dream about being held by Vilmos and seeing love in the demon’s obsidian eyes. He tried to stretch and found a very solid body was pressed against him; a very solid, naked, male body. Unresistingly he let himself be eased onto his back and gazed into the eyes of his dreams.
“Vilmos.” His voice was barely above a croak. He frowned then tried again. “Was it real?”
“Was what real, my angel?” Vilmos asked. He smiled but didn’t loosen his hold on Matteo.
“I dreamt you were holding me, that you lo—” Matteo stopped, and a blush burned his cheeks.
“That I loved you?” Vilmos continued to smile. “I do. I knew I felt more than just friendship for you when I saw you lying injured in the park, but I only
