Chapter 67

"Firefly, your prison will be exactly as you envision it," Dylan assured her, planting a kiss on her nose. His hand remained under her shirt, but she found herself not minding. In fact, she quite liked it. No man had ever found her attractive before; at least, that's what she thought Dylan was implying. He seemed attracted to her, or perhaps he just had a habit of being overly tactile. "Really?" she exclaimed in delight. "But why were you laughing earlier? I thought you were mocking me." She shot Dylan a reproachful look, her heart fluttering erratically.