Chapter 32

Freya

I rolled along my bed and reached for my pillow, giving it a tight hug. A bright smile lightened my face.

Being in love was a beautiful thing; it made me want to twirl and dance in circles across the room, though there was no music playing.

I did. I got off the bed, still holding the pillow tighter than I had, and I danced with it as if it were Jurius and I dancing—my soulmate.

In my head, I pictured us dancing at the football championship afterparty; he was dressed handsomely in a black tuxedo with a white interior, a long black tie, and shiny leather shoes, and I was wearing a beautiful white dress, a dress the princess in a fairy tale would wear.

I stopped and rested my face against the pillow as if I were suffocating myself, and I closed my eyes, imagining Jurius and me in that meadow of daisies again. At the place where I received my first kiss, I visualized him biting my neck and marking me as his own while we made love.

My eyes slowly began to peel open, somehow wis