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“You have pretty eyes,” I said with a giggle, then shoved my hand over my mouth, completely embarrassed by what had come out of it.

Gil merely stared at me for a long moment before he moved closer. The next thing I knew, he’d swept me up into his arms like I was a child.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked.

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he carried me through the living room, into the hallway, and down to my bedroom. He adjusted me in his hold so he could pull back the covers, and he placed me in bed. I found myself tucked in the next moment. He straightened and looked down at me.

“Goodnight, Theia.”

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Gil had put me to bed. It was sweet, him taking care of me in my semi-drunken state even if I had said something stupid.

“Night.”

I closed my eyes, and as I drifted off, I could have sworn I felt his hand brushing my hair from my face, followed by his fingers dusting across my cheek. But I could have been mistaken. I was in the land of dreams before I could be sure of anything at all.

Twenty

Gilberto

The past two days had involved me going back and forth with myself over what I was about to do. After Theia had told me what happened to her, all I could feel was rage. Those sick fucks had stolen two years of her life and subjected her to the worst type of things. She might not have gone into detail about the abuse, but I could imagine well enough. She’d had to heal from so much, and she was still working on herself even now. I could understand how hard it must be. I related to her, what with my own inner fucking turmoil over who I was.

Theia was such a strong woman. I admired everything about her. More than admired, if I was honest with myself. I had feelings for her. Ones I didn’t know how to handle, but I had them all the same. And tonight, I’d decided to tentatively act upon them… at least, sort of. This wouldn’t be about me. It would be about her.

When I’d asked Remi to arrange this, she’d not asked questions, but I could hear the suspicion in her voice. She told me to work out if I had romantic feelings toward Theia. This was my answer… as unorthodox as it was.

My eyes were on the window in front of me as I sat there waiting for Theia to arrive. This was so fucking alien to me. And yet I was strangely okay about the whole thing too. Maybe it was because I’d be doing it with Theia, who I felt a kinship with. I knew intimate things about her. The bond was there, alive and kicking. I was emotionally involved, and I got the impression she liked me the same way too. I couldn’t be sure as I was terrible at working out whether women were interested in me, but she gave it away when she blushed over some of the things I said. Not to mention she told me I had pretty eyes when she was drunk.

The door to the room opened and in stepped Theia, her expression tentative and a little confused. Remi clearly hadn’t told her what was about to happen.

“Hey,” she said, coming over to the sofa, but she didn’t take a seat.

“Hello, Theia.”

She was wearing these little black shorts with a black lacy bra. Over that, she wore her red harness. I swallowed at the sight of it. Yes, I’d always thought Theia was beautiful, but now this urge to touch her thrummed through my body. I wanted to explore every inch of her skin almost as much as I wanted to know everything going on in her mind.

“Can I ask why we’re in the voyeur room?”

“We’re going to watch a scene.”

Theia blinked rapidly, then frowned.

“Watch… you and me are going to… watch?”

“Yes.”

“A scene as in a sex scene?”

“Yes.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

“Are you sureyouwant to watch people having sex?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

She looked stumped for a moment. Then she let out a breath before going over to the panel next to the window and pressing one of the buttons. Remi told me it was to signal to the performers when we wanted them to start. I knew Theia would have questions about this whole situation, but I was glad she decided to go with it.

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