“I love you, too,” Aiden said, his eyes shining. “So much.”
“You know that doesn’t change, even if…” I trailed off, my throat going tight for some reason.
“Baby,” Aiden said softly. He moved to his knees, the hunched down so that we were eye level. “Your heart is big enough for more than one person. You can love someone else while still loving me.I promise.”
I nodded, and he kissed me again.
One of these days, I’d believe him.
I tossedand turned in the stupidly large bed.
I couldn’t sleep. The space was too new, too…I don’t know.
Every time I fell asleep for more than a few minutes, I’d see Landon, and I’d jolt awake. I’d managed to roll away from Aiden at some point, so I wouldn’t keep him up. He’d never mentioned that my sleep challenges affected him, but I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t have told me even if it did.
Everything felt hot and itchy. Even my affinity seemed miserable. I imagined it rolling through me pitifully.
During first term, Zephyr had gotten me some earbuds so I could listen to ambient sounds while sleeping. It sometimes kept the nightmares at bay while helping me feel a little more at home. I hadn’t needed them since I started sleeping with Aiden regularly, but now I was reconsidering. The new space was too big, and the trees outside only further dampened any sound, making me feel almost trapped.
At some point, I thought I heard murmured voices.
Aiden was awake, I could tell, but I was just on the verge offinallyfucking sleeping, so I didn’t react. I was safe in this weird half-awake, half-asleep state.
“Darling,” someone whispered.
Oh. That wasn’t Aiden.
I opened my eyes to see Rafe was on one side of me while Aiden lay on the other. Both wide awake, watching me carefully.
“What,” I croaked, staring at the dark ceiling. I was tooannoyed to appreciate the fact that the Prince was in my bed. Uninvited, but still. My heart fluttered in awareness.
He was only wearing a soft sleep shirt and some flannel pajama pants. Once again, I was too annoyed by my lack of sleep to really pay attention to why the Prince was in my bed wearing pajamas like he lived here.
My heart began to pound.
“Let me help you,” Rafe murmured.
“How,” I said flatly.
His hand trailed down my stomach, and I shivered before stopping him with my affinity. His dark eyes flashed.
“That’s not going to help anything,” I muttered.
“Are you sure, baby?” Aiden whispered in my other ear. I shivered, but didn’t move to stop him as he trailed his hand down my stomach, following the same path as Rafe. He teased at the waistline of his boxers I wore, and I covered my eyes with my forearm.
“Why does he get to touch you?” Rafe whined, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I couldhearhis pout.
“Don’t be a brat,” I said, half-joking.
“Maybe I want to be a brat for you,” Rafe said, his voice back to that easy seductive purr.
Aiden and I both chuckled at that, and Aiden lazily slipped his hand under the hem of the boxers, then teased the tips of his fingers over me. It took everything in me not to buck into his hand.
“No, you don’t,” Aiden said, speaking against my cheek. “You want to be good for Skye. It’s much more fun than being bad.”
“I want to judge that for myself,” Rafe said, still pouting.
Aiden ran his fingers back and forth across my opening, teasing me enough to annoy me further. Just as I shifted my hips, Rafe spoke again, turning the sultriness of his voice up to one thousand.
