Lila’s P.O.V.
I sat in the passenger seat of Skye's truck, the rumble of the engine and the steady hum of the tires on the road the only sounds as we drove toward the art center. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting warm, golden light across the dashboard, but I hardly noticed. I was too lost in my thoughts, too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling inside me since last night.
Ever since our hug, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. The way his arms had wrapped around me, the warmth of his body, the way his scent had enveloped me—it had all felt so right, so natural. And then, there was the dream that had followed that same night.
Oh yes... THAT kind of dream!
I shifted in my seat, my cheeks flushing as I remembered it. I had dreamed o
