Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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EURI

I was in a metal cylinder. A mental metal cylinder, that is. My physical body was in the shower, chest heaving, body taught, thinking about a scene I'd read in a book so I could get some relief. Ummngh. Yeah. Finally. Oh, thank the sun, finally.

Yeah, I was sitting in the shower taking care of my needs, and Ronnie had me within some kind of super-powered telepathy shield. He was totally closed too, so he wasn't watching. He was just keeping my thoughts and feelings within this mental faraday cage for my out of control lust.

He'd taken pity on me during dinner. That's why he'd laid his head on my thigh the whole time we were gaming. It'd helped me take my mind off of Shah's tongue. I was going to go crazy with them in my house.

I gave up on trying to sleep at 3:00AM and went to my office. To look at the blank screen— again. Which I had done all day yesterday waiting for Ronnie and Shah to arrive at the Transfer Station.

I still had nothing. I was trying to write an episode of my show, but I had zilch. Blank screen. I was pretty sure Ronnie was asleep downstairs, but I could still feel his mental shield around me, and I seriously needed telepathy lessons to figure out how he was doing that!

I gave up on trying to write and instead pulled up Ryst's journals, looking for clues about telepathy. The odd thing was, my aunt hadn't ever considered herself telepathic. She'd said she merged minds with people, and that she wasn't a mind reader. None of that ever made sense to me, but what did I know?

My whole life, Auntie had been a warm presence of love in my mind. There wasn't a time that I knew any different. Auntie, Dwin, and occasionally my musical dad were presences in my mind and feelings.

Sometimes Uncle Nayth had been there in my mind too, but not if Ryst wasn't around. I felt his mind, of course, but he didn't speak to me on the mental plane most of the time. Whatever his mental connection was, it seemed to come via Ryst. Or maybe he just didn't like being connected to anyone but her?

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Why hadn't I paid more attention when Auntie gave me and Dwin lessons? She'd always just talked about putting a curtain around my mind and feelings to shut other people out. Most people were easy to block out because they weren't telepathic. They didn't know they spewed their anxious thoughts out all the time.

I'd thought I'd been doing a great job at curtaining my mind and feelings, but I was nothing, NOTHING, like Ronnie. And I needed to be. I needed to get better at it, and I needed it fast. Or else I needed to get the Sloans out of my house.

But that wasn't going to happen, was it? No. I'd never tell them to leave. It felt too good to have them close. Just knowing they were downstairs made my whole life feel right. Like we were three puzzle pieces that locked together and fit perfectly. Even if they spent nearly eight years tricking me about everything.

I smiled in appreciation. They were good. Too good. I heard something behind me.

"Euri?" It was Shah's voice, coming up the staircase.

"Yeah, I'm in the office. Can you see?" There was bright moonlight coming in through the skylight, and Ronnie's telepathy shield still had me tight within.

"Umm hmm. You couldn't sleep?"

"Common issue around here." Shah came in and sat on my lap. Oh heavens, suns, and sands. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

That's better, she said sleepily in my mind. I closed my eyes and drifted.

I woke up to sunlight coming in through the skylight, and my lap was empty and cold.

SHAH

"Let's see the coffee blossoms again on our way to Coal Station," I requested out loud. Because Ronnie and Euri were both locked down tight again telepathically. Suspiciously. Two nights we'd stayed at Euri's, and the only time I'd gotten through his mental shield was when I sat in his lap. I had another plan to try before Ronnie and I left Shurwinn.

"Okay," Euri agreed, and we headed to the orchard. It was a beautiful morning— vivid blue sky, always so blue, blue, blue in the desert, and the air wasn't too hot yet. When we walked through the coffee trees, I gave Ronnie a mental shove, and he veered off, out of sight. I put my fingers in Euri's hand to stop him. He stopped dead, but his shield didn't waver.

"I'd like a good-bye hug, Euri."

He grinned and pulled me to him. He felt so good my breath trembled. When he pulled back, I caught his neck in my right palm and leaned up, running my tongue over the inside ridge of his right ear.

He stopped breathing and held completely still, and I felt him in my inner self. Warm turning to hot. My eyes were closed, and so were his when something wet hit my face.

"Ungh," Euri grunted, and his hands which had been tight on my hips went up to his head.

"Rahhhh," Euri roared and jumped away from me, and Ronnie might've been half a mile away, but I heard his guffaw. I had a moment of confusion before Ronnie helpfully showed me that Euri's head was covered in bird poop. Then I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Vegetarianism be damned, I am going to exterminate every single bird in this orchard!" Euri growled.

I headed to the porter, and a few minutes later Ronnie and I boarded the Good Time. I'd given Euridyne Crieve-Madrano something to think about once he showered the poop out of his hair.