I sat up in my bed with sweat rolling down my back.
What the hell.
My curtains swayed, cinnamon lingering faintly in the air. I scanned the room. Trevon’s baseball cap was still lying on my dresser. Mom’s necklace was still resting around my neck peacefully. There was no sign of Eros.
I rested my head against the headboard and closed my eyes. Of course, he wasn’t here. It was just a dream, Dani, just a dream.
A damn s*x dream.
About the hot guy next door.
While I was sleeping next to my boyfriend.
Oh, God. I was going to Hell for this, wasn’t I? I’d burn in the pits of lava and get eaten alive by flesh-eating demons and—
“Babe?” Trevon groaned. He rubbed a hand across his face and slowly opened his eyes. The faint scent of alcohol still lingered on his breath. “Is everything okay?”
