Epilogue II

A quick cut of fear slid down Imani’s sternum. Had the kiss not been the same gravity-bending event for him that it had been for her?

“I don’t understand.”

“I always knew it would be like this between us. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew the minute my hands…” He caught the side of his bottom lip between his teeth for a second, then gripped the dresser.

“Your hands what?” Imani taunted, sitting up straight and giving her arms a rest.

“I knew the minute I got my hands on you, it would take a miracle for me to stop long enough to get a rational thought in my head. Touching you… Moon Goddess, Imani, if you had any idea how badly I want you, you would not still be sitting on my dresser looking at me like that but this past month has been hard for you, you have been in and out of therapy that I don’t want to do anything that would trigger you.”

“Maybe I do know.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Maybe I feel the same exact way. And rational th