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feeling are his. I’ve never felt the connection between us so acutely and I hope that it goes both ways. I grasp every little bit of love I have inside of me, surround myself in it, and pray that he will comprehend the depth of it. I watch for a spark, something that will tell me he is comforted by what I feel for him. I’m staggered when I see the misery grow before it’s snuffed out and the barrier once again drops between us. Was I wrong? Was he unable to feel it?
    Ean’s voice breaks through my reverie, “I felt it, Laila. But, it’s wasted on me. Give it to someone else.”
    My broken heart still hasn’t healed and each day that passes, the burning candle of hope I have that he will come back to me is slowly being snuffed out. After several more months, I wonder how long it will last before I give in and seek out Fate to find another destiny.
    I walk to the corner of the room and gather my things, but suddenly find myself grabbed around the waist and twirled in a circle, my legs flying out like pinwheel. I let loose a shout of laughter as I get dizzy from Brannon spinning us around. “Laila! I’m taking you out on the town tonight, doll!” He sets me down and smacks my cheek with a kiss, prompting even more laughter. Putting his hand over his heart, he gives me a wounded expression. If I didn’t see the mirth dancing in his eyes, I might have believed my reaction hurt his feelings. “You’re laughing? When I worked so hard to get the courage up to ask you on a proper date?” He reaches out and snatches my hand, then yanks me into his arms. “Laila, I know you want me for my body. But, I have a brain, you know. I’m the whole fucking package.” The wounded look gives way to a ridiculous grin and he waggles his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
    I put both of my hands on Brannon’s face, giving him a serious stare, before speaking low. “Brannon, I wouldn’t take you for granted. At least,” I tap his temple lightly, “not this head. As for the other.” I slide my hand down all the way to the waistband of his pants. “I’m afraid that I’m going to need some proof that this ‘package’ is all that you claim it to be.” I emphasize my words by pulling the elastic band and letting in snap back into place. He yelps and jumps back slightly and before we know it, we fall against each other laughing.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” Ean’s irate question breaks through our chuckling, and with a mock look of horror, we snap up straight, and then turn to face him like good little soldiers.
    “Sir. Yes, sir!” I snort at Brannon’s response and slap my hands over my mouth to muffle a fit of giggles. Ean is looking between us, a dark mask of anger on his face, and I’m not able to keep from rolling my eyes at his ridiculous reaction. Ok, so maybe I didn’t try that hard to contain it. He’s effectively chased away my good humor and irritation takes its place. “What does it look like, Ean?” I bite out. “Oh, right. This is foreign to you now. Well, let me explain. This,” I throw out a fake laugh, “is what the muscles of the face look like when a person is amused.”
    Brannon is shaking next to me and when I finish my little speech, he drapes an arm around my shoulder and leans into me. Glancing at him, I realize he is using me as support so that he doesn’t fall over from the laughter he is holding in. My face cracks a smile and I shake my head before looking back at Ean, whose expression has gotten even darker as he stares at Brannon’s arm. This is absurd. I cock my hip out and cross my arms underneath my breasts, not the least unaware of the effect it will have on Ean. Sure enough, like magnets, his eyes make their way to my chest, before flicking up to meet mine, then away to look anywhere but at me. For just that brief moment, I think I see regret flash in his eyes, but maybe it’s simply what I wanted to see.
    “Did you need something, Ean?” I ask, casually. His eyes go