AYASHA'S POV
The silence stretched between us like a taut string. I could feel my pulse hammering against my throat, and I wondered if he could hear it too. The moonlight caught the edges of his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the curve of his mouth. The same mouth that had...
I shook my head, trying to banish the lingering heat from my dream.
"Did you have a nightmare?" he asked, his voice gentler than I expected.
I shook my head again. "No."
But I should have said yes. That's what it was, wasn't it? A nightmare disguised as something else entirely. Something that left me aching and confused and standing here in a garden at midnight, staring at the very person who had starred in it.
"What kind of dream then?"
His question hung in the air between us. I found myself looking at his eyes, those dark depths that seemed to see too much. Then my gaze dropped to his lips, and I swallowed hard, remembering how they had felt against my skin in the dream.
