I woke up lying on my stomach, my cheek plastered in sweat against the pillow—mouth half-opened, drool dripping from my lip. The window was cracked half an inch, letting a crisp November morning breeze chill my room. I rolled onto my back and rubbed my hands over my eyes, groaning.
These dreams needed to stop. I couldn’t handle another s*x dream about Eros. But, damn, did I love them. He looked so sexy with those sharp horns and piercing black eyes. I pressed my knees together. If only it were real.
“You’re moaning an awful lot in there,” Maria yelled from the hall. A few moments later, my door opened, and she peaked her head in—the wide grin on her face immediately disappearing. “Oh, you’re in here alone.”
I sat up and pulled the blankets over my bare chest. “Maria! You can’t just walk
