eyes to keep his emotions at bay—dissolution, anger, frustration… “She left me for my best friend.”
“Ryan, I’m sorry.”
He opened his eyes as she wiped the tears trickling down his temples. “ Lis was a force to reckon with.” He snuggled Samara, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “When I met her, I didn’t realise what I’d got into. She wanted the world and I had nothing but my heart to give. Once she died, my crazy heart wouldn’t give up. I thought I saw her everywhere, but it wasn’t until three years ago she made me believe in ghosts. She came to me.”
“She loved you. Still does.”
Drawing a breath into his lungs, he considered Samara’s declaration and his time with Felicity. The fights, the mood swings…it didn’t seem nearly so awful. Why? Being with Samara took the edge off. He chuckled. Felicity’s words came back to him in a rush. You deserve better.
“She gave me permission to move on. Said she finally realised we didn’t make each other happy and deserved better.”
Samara tensed in his arms. “Oh.”
He turned on his side to stare into her eyes. “Sweetheart, she told me I’d find a woman who was perfect for me. One who can read my mind without knowing it and arrest my soul with just a smile.”
Her voice came out in a whisper. “Did you find her?”
“You’re more than I ever imagined.” He rubbed his erection between her thighs. “And yes, you can hear my thoughts.”
“You’ve knocked a screw loose.” She squirmed out of his arms, the sheet slipping from her body, bearing her breasts. “Twelve hours and white-hot sex isn’t enough to base a relationship on.” She grasped the cotton to cover her nudity. “You barely know me. How do you know I can read your mind?”
“Love can happen in an instant.” He stilled her movements. “When we’re together, the colour comes back into my murky grey world. I can feel your thoughts, like the ability is shared and we’re stronger.”
She stared at him for a long moment. The corner of her mouth kinked. “You’re schmaltzy at four in the morning—but I had an inkling . It was like I could hear you saying you wanted to have sex in all those places. Apparently, I’d tapped into your thoughts. Amazing.”
“So you’re not complaining?”
“No.” She brushed her fingers over his cheek. “So much has happened, things I don’t understand, but I don’t want to walk away. Is it bad I want to be with you after the lockdown?”
“I get you, honey, and it’s perfect. I wasn’t planning on skipping out on you either.” Ryan gathered her close once again. “I’d like to give us a try, too.”
Her even, sleepy breath fanned over his skin. “We need to crash.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
A mumbled response was all he got. He slipped into her mind for a moment. “He’s the man of my dreams.”
Ryan closed his eyes. “I love you, too, babe.”
Chapter Eight
“Ryan?”
The scents were right—rose and powder, but the tone of the voice wasn’t Samara’s. On a sigh, he opened his eyes. Instead of Samara curled against him, Felicity lay swathed in navy silk, her breasts straining the delicate fabric. Strategic cut outs bared the most intimate parts of her body. She licked her crimson lips and giggled. “You’re up.”
Her gaze roved down his torso to the waning tent in the sheet. She curled her fingers around his cock, tugging slightly. “For me?”
He blinked and jerked from her grasp. “Where is she?”
Felicity shouldn’t—couldn’t be there. His heart belonged to Samara. This had to be a nightmare. Life knew when to throw curveballs. And to think, he’d just worked out a tentative relationship with Sam.
“Who?” Felicity fluttered her lashes. Her lips drew into a bow.
“Stop, Felicity.”
“So you do want me.”
“No. I want you to move on to the great beyond or wherever the fuck you’re supposed to go.”
She scooted closer, rubbing her breasts
“Ryan, I’m sorry.”
He opened his eyes as she wiped the tears trickling down his temples. “ Lis was a force to reckon with.” He snuggled Samara, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “When I met her, I didn’t realise what I’d got into. She wanted the world and I had nothing but my heart to give. Once she died, my crazy heart wouldn’t give up. I thought I saw her everywhere, but it wasn’t until three years ago she made me believe in ghosts. She came to me.”
“She loved you. Still does.”
Drawing a breath into his lungs, he considered Samara’s declaration and his time with Felicity. The fights, the mood swings…it didn’t seem nearly so awful. Why? Being with Samara took the edge off. He chuckled. Felicity’s words came back to him in a rush. You deserve better.
“She gave me permission to move on. Said she finally realised we didn’t make each other happy and deserved better.”
Samara tensed in his arms. “Oh.”
He turned on his side to stare into her eyes. “Sweetheart, she told me I’d find a woman who was perfect for me. One who can read my mind without knowing it and arrest my soul with just a smile.”
Her voice came out in a whisper. “Did you find her?”
“You’re more than I ever imagined.” He rubbed his erection between her thighs. “And yes, you can hear my thoughts.”
“You’ve knocked a screw loose.” She squirmed out of his arms, the sheet slipping from her body, bearing her breasts. “Twelve hours and white-hot sex isn’t enough to base a relationship on.” She grasped the cotton to cover her nudity. “You barely know me. How do you know I can read your mind?”
“Love can happen in an instant.” He stilled her movements. “When we’re together, the colour comes back into my murky grey world. I can feel your thoughts, like the ability is shared and we’re stronger.”
She stared at him for a long moment. The corner of her mouth kinked. “You’re schmaltzy at four in the morning—but I had an inkling . It was like I could hear you saying you wanted to have sex in all those places. Apparently, I’d tapped into your thoughts. Amazing.”
“So you’re not complaining?”
“No.” She brushed her fingers over his cheek. “So much has happened, things I don’t understand, but I don’t want to walk away. Is it bad I want to be with you after the lockdown?”
“I get you, honey, and it’s perfect. I wasn’t planning on skipping out on you either.” Ryan gathered her close once again. “I’d like to give us a try, too.”
Her even, sleepy breath fanned over his skin. “We need to crash.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
A mumbled response was all he got. He slipped into her mind for a moment. “He’s the man of my dreams.”
Ryan closed his eyes. “I love you, too, babe.”
Chapter Eight
“Ryan?”
The scents were right—rose and powder, but the tone of the voice wasn’t Samara’s. On a sigh, he opened his eyes. Instead of Samara curled against him, Felicity lay swathed in navy silk, her breasts straining the delicate fabric. Strategic cut outs bared the most intimate parts of her body. She licked her crimson lips and giggled. “You’re up.”
Her gaze roved down his torso to the waning tent in the sheet. She curled her fingers around his cock, tugging slightly. “For me?”
He blinked and jerked from her grasp. “Where is she?”
Felicity shouldn’t—couldn’t be there. His heart belonged to Samara. This had to be a nightmare. Life knew when to throw curveballs. And to think, he’d just worked out a tentative relationship with Sam.
“Who?” Felicity fluttered her lashes. Her lips drew into a bow.
“Stop, Felicity.”
“So you do want me.”
“No. I want you to move on to the great beyond or wherever the fuck you’re supposed to go.”
She scooted closer, rubbing her breasts
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