Chapter 73

Seventy-Three

Nathan

"Chloe,"

She was here again. It was a dream, I knew that. A dream I had not dreamt in months. I missed her. I had shoved and pushed at the gnawing emptiness that only she could fill. I had hidden it for too long and now she was resurfacing as always. Teasing me, taunting me with things I ached for, but could never have.

Her fingers caressed my skin in seductive whispers, I laid still on the bed, pulsing with desire. But I was afraid that if I tried to hold her, she would disappear.

"Nate," she murmured. "Nath,"

I used to love it when she couldn't make up her mind on what to call me.

I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and draw her on for a kiss. That tart sweet mouth. Lips that spewed fury whenever she was mad but a brewed passion. I wanted to wrap my hands around her waist, gently guiding her as she slid down my cock. But Fuck, if I held her she would disappear. I didn't want her to. I wanted this dream, the haze of unreality to last. I needed her so ba