Chapter 43

“Lylah,” Micah calls out.

I wake as my name is being called. An alluring smell of thyme and cedarwood drifts through my terrace and into my room. An overwhelming urge takes over my senses. I find myself subconsciously racing towards the terrace and clutching the stone rail. My body trembles with delight as I see Micah waiting eagerly below my balcony.

Our eyes instantly meet, “Mate!” We say in unison. It feels as if we are the only two people that suddenly exist. Just when I thought I couldn’t love Micah any more than I already do, my body explodes internally with vast feelings of overwhelming love. An urge to never be out of Micah’s sight, an urge to always be by his side, an urge to touch him, an urge to make sweet love to him.

I feel a wholeness that I never knew needed filling. My heart beats rapidly as my eyes stare hungrily into Micah’s. As Micah steps forward to climb up my balcony, my body has other plans and cannot wait for another second, longing for Mica