He isnevergetting back into my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HARPER
“Let me see you enjoy us,” Felix murmurs against my neck. His strong arms wrap tight around my waist, hugging my naked body from behind.
“Us?” I gasp, hot and wet between my thighs. The bedroom lights are dim. I can barely see.
“Yes, Princess. Welcome home, baby.” The whisper comes from in front of me, from a voice so deeply etched into my soul I’d recognize it in any lifetime.
Suddenly, there’s a second set of lips on my neck. A second pair of hands spreading my legs. I flinch, moaning at the exhilarating heat that spreads through me.
“Fuck, bro. Look how desperate our girl is for us,” Tyler groans, pulling back to watch me. “Our pretty ballerina.”
“Tyler?” My pulse stumbles with a sudden rush of love, having him here with us.
His gaze is dark, heavy with desire. He’s been withdrawn for years, plagued by guilt and the loss of our trio.But none of those burdens live in his eyes tonight. There’s a youthfulness to him. He’s smirking at me, carefree in a way I haven’t seen from him since he was… eighteen.
I glance back at Felix, seeing fewer tattoos and a younger face.
It dawns on me. The three of us are existing in my mind right now. A dream. The way we used to be before life ripped us apart.
“You taking her ass or pussy, bro?”
Felix laughs, kissing my jaw. “Think we can both fit in the same hole? You’d love that, Little Sinner, wouldn’t you?”
My throat is suddenly tight. Felix and Tyler fade, no matter how hard I try to cling to them. The loss of their touch feels like I’m suffocating.
I shoot upright in bed, sweating, gasping and crying.
“Harper?” Felix wakes within an instant, drawing me onto his lap. “Shit. I’m here. You’re safe. Just breathe. It was a bad dream and nothing more.”
Every night, without fail, I’m waking in a panic from these dreams, and it’s beyond embarrassing for Felix to see me like this.
“Please tell me what the dream was about,” he whispers. “I can’t help you unless you’re honest with me. You canalwaysbe honest with me.”
“I…” No words will come out. I’ve needed Felix back in my life for the longest time. I can’t ruin what I’ve fought so hard to claim.
Felix tips my chin up to him, his eyes gentle, searching mine. “Was it a dream about Tyler?”
I stiffen, shocked at how perceptive he is. Though, I shouldn’t be. Felix is always in tune with me. I should have known he would figure my dreams out on his own.
“Yes. I’ve been dreaming about Tyler. And you. They’re not bad dreams.” My voice wavers, filled with sadness. “They’re… from when we were young. When the three of us were happy. The dreams aren’t real and I think that’s why I’ve been waking distressed.”
Before I can say anything more, Felix’s phone lights up on the bedside table with an incoming call.
“Ignore it,” he says.
“No. It could be important.”
“You’re more important.”
“What if it’s about Gregor?”
To appease me, Felix answers his phone. “Whatever the issue is, make it quick.”
I recognize Theo’s voice but can’t distinguish anything he’s saying.
