To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: The Dreamer

LYSANDER

The bed dipped with her weight. I felt it before I saw her. The shift of the mattress and the whisper of fabric against skin. My eyes opened to find Fia moving toward me through the dim lamplight of my room, her dark hair falling loose around her shoulders.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hands pressed against my chest.

"Miss me?"

Goddess yes. Every waking moment and all the sleeping ones too.

"I dream about you every night," I said.

The words came out rough and honest. I couldn’t help the chuckle that followed, couldn’t stop my hand from reaching up to trace the line of her jaw. "It’s nice to really have your envisioned face perfectly molded this time around."

Her eyebrow arched. "Dream?"

"I know I’m dreaming."

"Well." She leaned down closer, her breath warm against my mouth. "It would be a pleasant dream, wouldn’t it? Given you can never have me in the waking world."

Her fingers found the buttons of my shirt. One by one, she worked them open. The fabric parted. Her hand grazed my bare chest, fingers spreading across my pecs, and I felt the touch down to my bones even though I knew none of this was real.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine. Dark, knowing and sad in a way that made my chest ache.

I smiled anyway. "Who says I can’t?"

"I am a creation of your mind." Fia tilted her head, studying me like I was a puzzle she’d given up trying to solve. "I would like to think that I would know."

I grabbed her hand before she could pull away and drew her closer until there was no space left between us. "Most marriages don’t last, you know."

Dream Fia, my Fia, the version of her that lived only in these stolen moments of sleep, looked at me with something that might have been pity. "I think we both know mine will last."

The certainty in her voice cut deeper than any blade. I wanted to argue, wanted to tell her she was wrong, wanted to shake her and kiss her and make her understand that what we had, even here in this false world, was more real than anything waiting for us when we woke.

Her eyes held mine. "You should focus on more important matters. You will be a married man yourself soon."

I knew that. Goddess, I knew that better than anyone.

"It’s time you stop dreaming of other girls."

Other girls. Like she was just one name on a list, one face among many. Like I hadn’t scoured half different territories looking for her. Like I didn’t carry the memory of her touch, her voice, her blood from that one time in the meadows with me everywhere I went.

"Why didn’t I find you sooner?"

The question came out broken and goddess was it desperate. I hated the sound of my own voice in that moment. I hated the weakness in it even more, but I couldn’t take it back.

Fia’s expression softened. She held my face in her hands, and the tenderness of it nearly destroyed me. "It isn’t like you didn’t try."

"Perhaps I didn’t try enough."

"Lysander." She said my name like a prayer that had an ending. Then she leaned down and kissed me.

Her lips were soft against mine. It was sweet, as it as sad and final. I kissed her back like I could keep her there, like I could make this moment last forever, like the force of my wanting could somehow reshape reality itself.

She pulled away too soon. Always too soon.

"It’s time you stop dreaming now." Her thumb brushed across my cheekbone. "We can’t always have what we want."

The words hung in the air between us. A truth and lie all at once. We couldn’t have what we wanted, but that had never stopped me from wanting it anyway.

I opened my mouth to respond, to argue, to beg her to stay just a little longer.

And that was when the sunlight hit my face.

I blinked against the brightness, disoriented. The drawn curtains let in the morning in full glory. The sun was harsh and unforgiving. My room materialized around me in sharp detail. The heavy furniture. The tapestries on the walls. The empty bed.

But there was no Fia.

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