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Psycho
Iroused with a groggy start, a pleasant weight pressing against my side, the even inhale and exhale of her breath fluttering against my neck.
Micah was caught in a deep sleep, draped half on top of me, sharing the stiff stretcher. I turned on my side, careful not to rustle her awake. Her cheek was using my upper arm as a pillow, which was dead beneath her head. I’d never been more comfortable.
With both of us laying on our sides, my face was an inch away from hers. I couldn’t resist when my fingers began to roam over her form. She was so close, so available, so breathtakingly near. I had to feel that she was real; a living, breathing entity, and not a phantom plucked from my wildest imagination.
Maybe I did get that lobotomy, after all.Maybe I’m stuck in the fondest delusion. If this is the result, I’ll consider the treatment a success.
My hands rhythmically stroked her back and arms as a hearty sigh parted from her lips, her body undulating, pushing closer. I withheld the growl that wanted to rip from my throat and confined a tight leash on my composure.
Micah’s thick eyelashes opened in slow motion, recognition lighting her gaze.
She attempted to pull away, the supposed retraction unacceptable. My arms locked her in closer on instinct alone.
“Stay.” A simple request.
Her omniscient irises tracked over my features. I could still detect a trace of hurt hidden behind their pools, and my heart cracked when she whispered a name.
“Katsy?”
“Don’t say it. Don’t contaminate this moment withher. I’m sorry you had to see that.” I pressed closer, as if to rid myself of the unwanted image. “Just know that I willnevertouch her again…unless I’m crushing her throat with my bare hands.”
I knew what I was promising: sacrificing my correspondence with G, and risking Katsy snitching on my dealings—which she would. Still, I promised, and I fucking meant it. For this moment, this one snapshot of time with Micah.
I shook the concept from my head, not wanting to dwell on my depressing future, but instead bathing in the present.
My reassurance was enough. Micah relaxed in my hold and wiggled her position, trying to get comfortable in the limited space. She hitched a leg over my waist, the slit of her pencil skirt baring open to flash the lacy top of her thigh-high stocking.
My hand dug into the flesh of her upper leg to stop further ascent, her centre so close to scraping against my expanding arousal.
With all my concentration slamming down on my wayward hormones, I didn’t recognise Micah’s advance until she pressed a kiss to my lips.
I kissed her back.
Her hand roamed to the back of my neck as her addictive mouth fed me my soul. My grip involuntarily tightened,stamping my fingerprints into her skin as she released a contented sigh.
If this was all illusion, I never wanted to return to reality.
MICAH
We kissed for what seemed both like a second and an eternity. Time wasn’t a structure when I was wrapped in his arms. My body thrummed in satisfied content, and when his lips wrapped around my tongue, my nerve endings short-circuited, distributing an all-over shudder.
“So sensitive,” he said, voice husky.
“It’s my Variant.”
“Then pray tell. What is it, so I can help it along?” Using an elbow, he shifted upward, licking up the length of my neck in one fluid motion. “You have a tiny beauty spot right here.” His head bowed to suck below my jawline, the spot extremely sensitive, sending shockwaves straight to my centre.
“I can sense the way peoplefeel.”
“You’re an empath? As in, you sense people’s emotions?” He never stopped his ministration, speaking in between his well-attended task.
“Not exactly. It’s more complicated than that, more…encompassing and integral than sensing one’s emotions.” Lifting a hand, I lightly trailed my fingers up his arm, goosebumps raised over his tattooed skin, chasing the movement. “When I’m in close proximity to someone, I get a flash of insight from their core within.”
August paused, his face hovering above. His swollen lips tilted upward when my hand came to rest on the centre of his steady, thumping chest. “My body receives a physical responseto the way someone is feeling at that given time, but more importantly, Isensetheir deep-seated intentions.”
Warm fingers circled patterns up and down the exposed flesh between my panties and stocking, my eyes closing at the overwhelming heat gathering in the wake of his touch.
