Possibility

Prologue

The man’s hand reaches out and takes Anika’s elbow, and the proprietary gesture ignites a hot flame of memory – of that first night she refused to let her fate be dictated by another.

A feeling she’s only just reclaimed.

The motion of yanking her arm away sends him stumbling. She calms into a shrug, retreating lightly on her toes. She half expects to feel shame for showing even a hint of her boiling insides. But things are different now.

A split second later, a different man is before her.

His beautiful face moves closer to her and cracks open into a wicked, delicious grin.

He arches an eyebrow inquisitively, but Anika just reaches out and grabs his hand, pulling him away quickly.

Together they rush towards the exit. She’s won, just like she said she would.

They’re panting as they burst out into the night.

They are hidden from the rest of the world and her companion is closer, closer, very close.

His energy, his heat, backs her gently against the brick wall behind her.

She grabs the lapels of his jacket and feels the material tense and relax slightly as his chest heaves.

His next exhalation brushes against her mouth and then his lips are pressing over hers.

Her entire soul sparks to life and she smiles against him.

‘Things are different now, aren’t they?’ she murmurs.

The smooth darkness of his brow warps into a confused frown even as his lips curve in bemusement. ‘Yeah.’ He nuzzles his nose against hers. ‘You …’ he whispers. ‘Are …’ Another brush of his lips. ‘Wild.’

Wild. Unconstrained. She’s new. She wants this. She wants more.

‘I’m beginning to think I just might be.’