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As I watch him now, I can’t help but appreciate his sense of humor and the way he’s able to lighten the mood with a well-timed joke or a playful quip. It’s a quality that’s brought a smile to my face more times than I can count during our journey together.
In this peculiar and perilous situation we’ve found ourselves in, it’s the bonds we’re forming with each other that provide a sense of stability and connection. And in Wyatt, I see not just a fellow team member, but a friend and confidant.
Lucas follows Wyatt into the room, and I can’t help but reflect on the qualities that endear him to me. One of the first things that strikes me about Lucas is his role as a dedicated single father. His commitment to his child, and the love he showers on his son, all speaks volumes about the kind of person he is. It’s not easy being a single parent, and Lucas navigates this challenge with grace and tenderness.
His presence carries with it a sense of reliability, a feeling that you can count on him when things get tough. I’ve observed his attentiveness to details, his meticulousness in planning, and his unwavering determination to provide the best for his child. It’s a quality that earns my respect.
Lucas also possesses a quiet strength, a resilience that has allowed him to face life’s challenges head on. I’ve seen him handle adversity with poise and determination, never shying away from doing what’s necessary to protect and provide for his family.
There’s a kindness in Lucas that radiates from him. He’s the kind of person who goes out of his way to help others, who offers a comforting presence when someone is in need. It’s a quality that has brought solace to our group during our time together.
As I watch Lucas now, I appreciate his sense of humor and the lighthearted moments he brings to our interactions. In the midst of uncertainty, his ability to make us smile is a gift.
Owen enters the space, the final member of our small group to join us, and I take a moment to reflect on the qualities that have drawn me to him.
From the very beginning, Owen’s presence has been a source of reassurance. He exudes a quiet strength, an air of dependability that instills confidence. It’s evident in the way he carries himself, in the unwavering focus he brings to our mission, and in the resilience with which he faces challenges.
One of the things I admire most about Owen is his loyalty. As my son’s best friend, he’s been a constant presence in our lives, a reliable companion who has stood by our side through thick and thin. Even when circumstances have taken him away, his dedication to Ryan speaks volumes about his character.
Owen’s kindness is another trait that stands out. He’s the type of person who extends a helping hand without hesitation, who goes out of his way to ease the burdens of others. I’ve witnessed his empathy, his willingness to listen and offer support, and it’s a quality that has been a source of comfort during our time together.
As I watch Owen now, I’m reminded of his sense of humor and the lighthearted moments he brings to our group. In the midst of uncertainty, his ability to bring smiles to our faces is a gift that I cherish.
Maybe there is something here… something that I can work with. The more I consider this idea of a mating round, the more appealing it becomes…
All of a sudden, the air shifts as Wyatt edges closer to me. In front of Roarke, he cups my cheeks in his hands and starts to kiss me. Sweetly, passionately, and with more feeling than I could have ever expected from the man who sits opposite me in my therapy room, opening up to me. Now it seems like he’s about to open up to me in another way…
Just as I’m getting used to the taste of Wyatt’s mouth, strong hands grip my waist and spin me around. Owen, with a cheeky, adorable smile playing on his lips. As he leans in, I can tell that this is something he’s wanted to do for a very long time, and damn it, I’m putty in his hands. Weak at the knees, unable to resist. His kiss is sensual too, as are his hands eagerly running over my breasts, a part of me he almost saw earlier on. Instantly, I can sense his thick, throbbing erection pressing up against my leg and I can’t help wondering where this will lead.
“My turn,” Lucas whispers in my ear, his words tickling my ear, his hands running all over my back and ass. I turn to him eagerly, needing to claim the kiss I’ve been dreaming about for what feels like forever. “I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”
All the time we could have spent hooking up instead of saying polite hellos outside the door. Me and Lucas have a lot of time to make up for…
What the hell?
In the midst of our passionate moment, with the intensity of our kiss growing, the unthinkable occurs. A Rift, much like the one Roarke had described, tears open beneath us, and a nightmarish sight unfolds before our eyes. A horde of grotesque monsters emerges from the Rift, their twisted forms casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit cave.
My heart races as I take in the terrifying spectacle. These creatures, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, appear to be drawn to us, their predatory instincts honing in on our presence. Their elongated limbs and grotesque features make them a sight straight out of a horror story.
However, there’s one small consolation in the midst of this nightmare—they can’t reach us, not here on this rocky ledge high above the cave floor. Yet, even as I cling to that glimmer of safety, I can’t ignore the unsettling feeling that washes over me. These creatures may be unable to touch us physically, but they seem to feed off something far more insidious: our emotions.
Roarke’s words echo in my mind, a grim reminder of the monsters’ insatiable hunger for negative emotions. Anger, loneliness, and fear—the very emotions that surge within me at this moment—seem to be their preferred sustenance.
I glance at the others. The tension in the air is palpable, and I can sense the same unease and apprehension mirrored in their expressions. We’re faced with a perilous situation, and it’s clear that our emotions are like a beacon, attracting these nightmarish creatures.
Roarke’s voice pierces through the tension, his commands clear and authoritative, as he quickly assesses the situation and begins to bark out orders. His leadership is undeniable, and the team springs into action, each member taking on a specific role as they prepare to confront the grotesque monsters emerging from the Rift.
I feel a mixture of fear and determination surging through me as I watch the team mobilize. Their movements are swift and coordinated, a testament to their training and experience. It’s evident that they’ve faced threats like this before and know how to handle them.
However, Roarke’s instructions include a directive that sends a wave of frustration through me. He insists that I stay where I am, urging me to let them handle the situation. It’s a protective instinct, I understand that, but I can’t help but bristle at the idea of being sidelined while others fight to protect me.
My desire to be an active part of this team, to prove my worth and face the challenges alongside them, clashes with Roarke’s protective stance. I understand the logic behind it, but the fiery determination within me rebels against it. I’m not a helpless bystander, and I’m determined to contribute in any way I can.
As the others spring to action, there’s one exception that doesn’t escape my notice. Wyatt, who had been a source of reassurance moments ago, now appears on the verge of a panic attack. The strain of the situation, combined with his own struggles with PTSD, threatens to overwhelm him.
I can’t simply sit idly by when one of our own is in distress. Despite Roarke’s directive, I find myself torn between obeying orders and offering Wyatt the support he needs. In the face of these nightmarish creatures, a delicate balancing act between safety and solidarity begins to unfold.
SEVEN
