The door swung inward, and the basement wasn’t a basement at all. It was a garden. Moonlit, impossibly deep, full of flowers that bloomed silver and black. And standing among them was a man—or something like a man—with eyes like amber and a smile that knew every lonely hour she had ever spent.
She should have run. She should have screamed. Instead, she stepped forward, barefoot onto cool moss, and felt for the first time in her life what it meant to be truly seen—and truly wanted. lisey sweet pure taboo
Her face burned. She had never told anyone about the dreams—the ones where warm fingers traced her collarbone and a voice like velvet promised her the world. She had woken from those dreams feeling guilty and electric, pressing her thighs together in the dark. The door swung inward, and the basement wasn’t
Her heart stuttered. No one knew that but her mother, and her mother had been gone three years. And standing among them was a man—or something