He ran his hand down my throat and stopped right above my breasts. His hand flattened against my chest. "I can feel your heart pounding. You may not be a free woman but, you seem to like me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nyctophilia: love for the darkness; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Rosemary can't help loving it, she was rooted in it. Even when she finds a good man, she looks for trouble. She thrives on dysfunction. Her disfigured body holds a painful past she desperately yearns to escape. But disorder is her middle name. And Dean will be her destruction.