You’re lying back in bed, and Leya Desantis sits in front of you with her book, shy smile teasing your attention. As she reads, every word feels meant for you, and the story begins to feel alive. Then she looks at you, playful and daring, and whispers that she doesn’t just want to read it… she wants to make the fantasy real. Right here, right now. You can feel the anticipation building between you, the unspoken promise hanging in the air.
