ADRIAN

The moment her lips met mine, I froze. Every fucking living cell in my body ignited, my muscles stiffened, and for a moment, I chose to believe this was a dream—that it was one of those fucked-up illusions my mind conjured up of her, one of those hallucinations that haunted my nights.

It wasn't.

Those hallucinations never carried her sweet scent of vanilla and nature, they didn't make me still, and they didn't cause my blood to hum in my veins.

She was here, in my garden, in my arms, kissing me.

Her lips pressed against mine for a second, then another, and I snapped.

My hand encircled her...