This was a weird kind of torture.
The woman that had been appearing in his fantasies was now lying beside him. His best friend was beside her, and neither of them could touch, at least not yet. Time passed, and he knew she was sound asleep by how relaxed she had become. Her body had just gone completely soft.
“She’s beautiful. I can’t get over just how much she is.” Leo stroked some of her hair away from her face. “She’s the one.”
Paul saw it as well. “She’s had a hard life.”
“Yes. She’s not used to being treated like a queen. I think it’s time we change that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I do.” Paul rested his head on the pillow, knowing he would gladly spend the rest of his life treating her exactly like she deserved.
Chapter Six
Skylar opened her eyes, and became aware of not one but two arms crossed over her body. Frowning, she turned her head and saw Leo on one side of her, and then Paul. She tried to remember what happened the night before, and slowly, it started to come back to her, little by little.
They had heard her bad dream, and came to her room to comfort her. She hadn’t wanted to go back to sleep straight away. The memory of her mother was so clear to her even after all this time that it scared her. She didn’t like to be controlled by her fear, and yet that was exactly what she was being.
Licking her dry lips, she held onto the bedding, lifting it up to cover her mouth. Morning breath was so horrible, and there were two men in her bedroom.
She was wearing pajamas like she did every single morning.
“What on earth are you doing?” Leo asked, making her turn toward him.
“You’re awake.”
“You tugged on the blanket. I didn’t exactly have much choice in being awake.” He winked at her. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you.” Her cheeks were heating.
“Why are you getting embarrassed?”
“Well, I had not just you, but Paul here, kind of like a security blanket.”
He chuckled. “I was hoping as a big fluffy teddy bear.”
She smiled along with him, but kept the blanket over her mouth.
Leo reached out, tugging the blanket down. “Don’t worry so much.”
“I can’t help it,” she said, and then covered her mouth.
Leo coughed, grabbed his face, and pretended t
o collapse to the bed dead, doing some weird twitching thing.
She couldn’t stop laughing at him.
“He’s a goofball in the morning, and I’m trying to sleep here,” Paul said, suddenly lifting up, and dropping onto her chest, making her ooph out some air. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and his head was resting against her breasts.
“And he hogs the bed. Look at him, he has no respect for personal space at all,” Leo said, and he was suddenly there, smiling at her. “Watch this.”
She saw the glass of water at the last minute. She gave a scream and then the water was over the two of them, and she covered her face.
Paul sat up with a roar, grabbed a pillow and started to hit Leo repeatedly with it. Working her way down the bed, she fell out of the bottom, and then began to hit Leo with the pillow she had taken with her.
He caught her around the waist, lifted her up, and placed her on the bed. She screamed, and then laughed as he began to tickle her.
“Stop, stop!” She yelled for him to stop as the laughter was just too much.