Be happy.

“I know.” I was about to turn to follow Trevon, but I stopped myself. I didn’t know how long I was going to be with Trevon, and a part of me wanted—needed—to have my questions about what Eros said last night answered before I had the conversation with Trevon. So, I took a deep breath and asked, “What did you mean when you said you knew how I felt the other night?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Dani, that’s not something that we should get into now. Maybe another day.”

I didn’t like the sound of that, but I’d take it. That meant that maybe—just maybe—he’d let me in on his life someday. He’d show me a different side of him.

Trevon was sitting on my bed, forearms resting on his knees, running his hands over his hair. When I opened the door, he stood up. “Are you feeling better?”

The candle was burning on the drawer, white smoke emitting from it. “You should’ve asked me that the other night, not now.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“You should be.”

He sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you accused me of faking it. I couldn’t help that I puked everywhere. I didn’t know that someone spiked my drink. And you thought I just—what? I just drank too much to get your attention?”

“I was just angry. I know how stupid it was to say that. Nothing was going right that night.” He closed his eyes. “Shit just kept happening. That’s why I couldn’t spend time with you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You sure had time to talk to Samantha.”

“Yes, I did. I’m her boss. I have to make sure she does her job,” he said. I heard his phone buzz in his pocket, but he didn’t pull it out to check for once. Instead, he reached for my fingers. “Are you jealous of her, Dani?”

The candle crackled. “Should I be?”

He raised his brows like he was surprised that I would even ask, but he’s the one who brought it up. “No. Why would you even think that? I… I don’t understand.” He paused. “In the past five years have I ever given you the—”

“You know what I don’t understand? Why did you even ask me to go to that damn party? You know I don’t enjoy going out, and you weren’t even there to see me.”

“I didn’t plan on ignoring you all night. I had work to do,” he said, voice laced with annoyance.

“Yeah, but—”

“Yeah, but, nothing.” He raised his voice. “I wanted you to have a good time with your friends for once. I wanted to show you off to everyone and—”

I pressed a hand onto his chest, pushing him away. “Stop treating me like an object. I’m not a car. I’m not your arm-candy.” My heart was racing. “And even if you wanted to show me off to everyone, you never ask me out anymore. We haven’t been out by ourselves in months.”

His brown eyes widened in anger. “That’s because you don’t want to go out!” He groaned and rubbed his hand across his face. “Look, I’m sorry about being a jerk, but I can’t be the only one willing to negotiate in our relationship.”

I could only imagine Dr. U smiling so freakishly wide at our argument, telling us both that disagreements were healthy, that negotiation was healthy, that trying new things was healthy.

“Can you try to be more willing to do things with me, Dani? And I’ll work on myself for you,” Trevon asked, sitting on the bed and grabbing both of my hands.

I took a deep breath. If Trevon worked on himself, he could make me happy. He really could. But I didn’t know if this was what I wanted anymore.

“I need some time to think,” I said.

Trevon furrowed his brows and squeezed my hands tighter. My heart was breaking for us. “Are-are you breaking up with me?” he asked quietly.

I squeezed his hands back. “Trevon… I just need some time.”

After a few moments of silence, he nodded his head. “Okay,” he said, grabbing his baseball cap off of the dresser and clutching it to his chest like it was the only part of me he had left. He walked to the door and turned around. “Dani, I love you. I really do.”

I leaned against my black leather headboard, clutching my sheets to my chest, eyes wide. My gaze was fixed on the figure at the end of my bed. A man—if I could even call him that—sat with his back facing me. Two deep scars laid parallel to each other, nearly running the length of his spine. Every little muscle in his back was flexed. His head was tilted toward the ground.

“Dani,” he said. I swallowed hard, recognizing Eros’s voice. But he didn’t turn around, and I didn’t know why.

I found myself crawling toward him. My fingers grazed against his shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around his torso, my barely covered breasts pressing against his back. His cinnamon scent was overwhelmingly stronger than it usually was. I placed a kiss on his spine, between the scars.

“Think through your decision with Trevon,” he said.

“I don’t want Trevon. I want you.”

He took a deep breath. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into with me.”

“I think I do.”

“No, I don’t think you do.” He turned to me. His eyes were black—completely black. I’d never seen them so dark.

My gaze traveled up his face, admiring every sharpened feature of it, and that’s when I saw it. The horns. The same ones I wore on Halloween night were sitting on his head.

At first, I had the urge to laugh. He really stole them from my closet and put them on his head, but then I realized how damn sexy they looked on him.

They protruded from his head a few good inches, curvy and rigid. I pressed my knees together. He looked so naturally demonic—and I was oddly attracted to him.

I reached out, unable to stop myself from touching their curves.

“Don’t tease me,” he said breathlessly.

I grabbed the horn firmly in my hand, fingers barely able to wrap all the way around it, and pressed my lips to his neck.

He pushed me back onto the bed, hovering over me. His hips were pressing onto mine. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he whispered in my ear. He gently wrapped a hand around the front of my neck.

Pure darkness stared down at me, and I couldn’t get myself to look away. I was fascinated by him. He slipped his other hand into my panties. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” He wasted no time plunging his fingers inside.

They moved fast and hard, thrusting into me with all of their might over and over again. I clenched around him, heat rushing to my core.

“Oh, God.” I squeezed my eyes shut. This was what I wanted. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into.

His teeth were on my neck, nibbling softly. “Tell me what you want, Dani.”

“I’ve told you already…” I threw my head back. “… please don’t stop…”

“Say it again,” he murmured. “I love the way you say my name.”

I moaned, toes curling. “You, Eros. I want you.”

His fingers quickened, and soon my legs were trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.

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CHAPTER 14

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Dani

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 sex 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.