Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

Slydar's mind came back online. I let him connect, but I wasn't exactly warm.

What I'd done had worked. Muller'd needed everyone to back the hell off, so I'd given him a break. In the end, he'd decided to stay in Nineton. Not to schedule the surgery yet, but he'd agreed to think about it. Everyone could live with giving him space to breathe for 36 hours.

Everyone but Slydar who'd taken off, thinking I'd been serious about sending his dad home to die of cancer. And, oh yeah, he was back now, creeping into our hotel room.

"Beace told me what you did, what dad decided. I get it now. I'm sorry, Rory."

"Being misunderstood is my Kryptonite, Sly."

"Kryptonite?"

"It's some Earth thing Cyn says. She's a nonverbal genius; I repeat her."

Heart clenching.

I keep fuckin' up, Rory.

That's life.

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You keep forgiving me.

That's love.

I don't deserve you.

Who does?

Laughter, rich, deep and full. Molasses wrapping around me and flowing through me. Everything in me softened at Slydar's telepathic touch; I couldn't help it, he just felt too good, like a part of my own soul.

My lips closed over his, his slow tongue caressing mine.

I'm still mad, Sly.

What're you gonna do about that?

Fury, tears, emotion, passion, lust, frustration. It all boiled out of me and poured all over his naked body. He was like a drug, and I couldn't stop.

Fury. Ferocity. Anger. Lust. Heartbreak.

I know, Rory. I know. I'm sorry.

Bastard.

I am.

I still love you, Sly.

I know.

I can't stop.

Should you, Rory?

Shut up.

We broke, and he held me against him, tears falling onto his sexy shoulder.

I do understand you, Rory.

I know. It didn't feel like it a few minutes ago.

Nodding. We're gonna fight sometimes, babe.

I don't have to like it. Sniffling.

"Wait, Slydar," I lifted my head, looking at his beautiful face, "do you like fighting?"

One eyebrow raised. Look at where we were now.

"You asshole. I used to say that emotion was my superpower, but you take it to crazy levels. You like this?"

Smug.

I sat up. His eyes roamed my body.

"Stop that, you bastard."

Laughter.

"Oh fucking hells, does everything have to be a fucking game, Slydar?"

He sobered. "It's not a game, Rory. People aren't one straight line. We're up and down. I'm upset. My dad is probly gonna die. I pissed off the woman I love. I'm crazy for her, and I can't get it right. My siblings make me insane. My other dad is hanging on by a thread. And all I want to do is catch a starliner, go home, and ride my board for hours and forget it all."

"But I'm still here, in the trenches with everyone, up to my neck in shit I don't want. This is life, and it's life with me. You've thrown in with me, babe. It isn't a game, but it's not gonna be easy. I know you're not gonna leave me. I know I need to do different by you. I'm figurin' out what that is, and I've got no answers other than that."

"Get dressed, Slydar. We're going to the skate park."

And so we did. No, I didn't ride. I just watched, listening to metal on my earbuds and watching the complicated, wrecked man I loved and let myself fall deeper and deeper in.