Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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EURI

Hot shower water ran down my back, and I was so close. Mmmm. That's it. Yeah. Unnnggghhhh. Relief. Thank the sands.

You done?

My eyes shot open, and I whirled around, nearly slipping to my death in the slick shower. There was no one there. I quickly prodded around my climax-riddled brain. Holy fucking hells. It wasn't my dad or brother. It had definitely been male. Not Auntie or Uncle. They didn't say words anymore. Who else?

RONNIE?!

Hey, Euri.

Not cool, Ronnie. Not cool at all. What the fuck are you doing in my head? No one gets past my wank barrier. No one—

Rolling his eyes at me, Ronnie cut off my storm. Some things are more important. Will you listen to me, or are you going to throw a tantrum?

I sighed and turned off the shower, drying off and dressing.

Go ahead. Apparently I don't have a choice.

Wrong. You're choosing to talk to me. You were wide open. You did this, not me.

I don't even know what you mean by that, Ronnie.

I think you do. You can try to lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me.

Dammit.

That's what I thought.

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My heart fell on the bathroom floor. The day had started out pretty good. I'd had a nice work out in the dojo and a relaxing shower. But things had taken a bad turn. Because the nice shower had been accompanied by a fantasy I enjoyed on a regular basis.

When Portia Sloan had left without saying goodbye, a tiny memory had peeked out of her brain— the way she'd kissed my hand when we were fifteen. She'd wanted to do it again, but with tongue.

That tongue flicking against the back of my hand was all I needed to have a very good time with myself when I was alone. And fucking hells, her twin knew about it.

Does she know? I asked Ronnie.

Not from me.

Small mercies. Wait—

Does she know from anyone else? I didn't. Please, please tell me I am not showing her this in her mind. I felt like I was going to throw up.

Humor. I don't think so.

Then why did you say that I brought you into my mind while I was alone in the shower, definitely not thinking about YOU?

You weren't alone, were you?

Can you say something that makes sense? Does she know or does she not know?

Were you alone?

Obviously, I thought I was.

Telepathy is more than what you think, Euri. It's not a video or voice chat. Feelings are involved. If you felt something, then it's possible for those connected to the feelings to connect back to you through the feeling.

That made sense. Telepathy wasn't just talking. It was feeling. We could use words, and I preferred to, but really, it was the underneath part that was the real communication. The words were the slow part.

Sitting at my desk in the office, I ruminated on this for a few seconds.

So, what, did you sense me having fun time alone while I was feeling happy about your sister?

I felt you looking for us. You missed us.

Shit. That was true. They were nowhere. I had no way to reach them. And I did miss them, but they'd never given me a single hint that they wanted to stay in touch with me. I could've asked their parents about them. But, wouldn't they have told me if they'd wanted to stay in touch?

Did you miss me? I dared to ask, half-way afraid of the answer.

Yes.

Hope dawned in my heart. What are you gonna do about that? Please, come on, Ronnie. Please.

I'd like to see the desert again.

Joy bloomed. Relief. Better relief than my shower happy time. Ronnie could probably feel everything I felt, but I didn't have a sense of him other than the words he spoke into my mind. He was definitely better at this than me.

The coffee trees are blossoming. If you get here in the next two weeks, you'll be able to see them in full bloom, I said.

Four days. Centre?

I'll meet you at Coal Station when you get to the surface. Just tell me when you're coming down.

See you soon.

Then he was gone. Really gone. Not a trace of him left. I groaned, smashing my palms against my face. It was great news. The best news. And horrible news.

Because I had absolutely no idea what to do with the two of them and my complicated feelings about both of them. I could plan and plan and plan for business, but plans meant nothing in the face of the Sloan Sibs. They threw every calculation off. There was nothing about them that made sense, but everything about them felt so right whenever I was with them.

Ronnie was right. I'd missed them. Every day and every night. And it sounded like they must've missed me too.