That Makes Three

Chapter Twenty Nine

When we got to my house I immediately laid down on the couch. I wasn't quite tired enough to fall asleep but I did appreciate being horizontal. Peter went to the kitchen and Roman sat on the armchair, switching on the tv and flicking through the channels quite rapidly. Since he licked the blood from my nose, he had been... even more Roman-ish than before. If that was possible. The whole ride home he was practically jumping up and down on his seat and joking about how he wanted to seduce Peter and I again.

I turned so that I was on my side, and watched as Peter strolled into the room with a glass of milk. As he was about to set it down and sit by my feet Roman cleared his throat and patted the side of the arm chair he was sitting on, his gaze playful. With a little smile Peter strolled casually over and sat next to him. Roman made a quick movement and suddenly Peter was on Roman's lap, milk on both of them. I sighed as they both laughed.

I knew what he was feeling. That indescribable, undeniable pull towards Peter. The fact that we were soulmates, which I hadn't mentioned to them, meant nothing. He was in a relationship with Leetha and if he truly did love us, he'd leave her. But since he hadn't I had to guess that he was happy. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't a guess - I had seen them, laughing and joking and cuddling together.

Sure me and Roman would still get to hold his hand or lean on his shoulder. But longing looks and forehead kisses could only go so far. I knew that we both wanted more. The whole thing was just making me feel... tired. Even now as I watched them flirt I wanted to be part of it without feeling guilty. I massaged my head. I was getting a migraine.

"You coming?" Roman asked, his voice somehow coming from behind me. I sat up slowly to see them half way up the stairs, their hands intertwined.

"Huh?" I sounded, squinting against the light.

"We're going to take a bath, you coming?" Peter looked at me and cocked his head to one side slightly. My heart squeezed as a piece of hair fell I front of his eyes. Of course I wanted to! Bath time with them!? Soapy naked frolicking... I shook my head. I couldn't allow myself to be sucked in just because my feelings had grown even though I know I can't have him, not really. Both of their shoulders seemed to fall as they slowly made their way back down the stairs. Seeing Romans angel face fall made me question my sanity. Who said no to him?

Peter rested his arms along the back of the sofa and lowered his face so that it was inches from mine. Jutting his bottom lip out and making the most adorable puppy eyes I had ever seen. I had to look away.

"That's not fair." I moaned as I felt a finger nudge my chin up. I looked up into Romans eyes. His pupils were so wide his eyes looked black. Slowly, I watched as his tongue pulled at his bottom lip until he was biting it. As he released his lip I felt my morals slip as the light bounced off his soft looking pink, wet lips.

"You know what? Maybe a bath would help me feel better. Go set it I'll be up in a minute." Just like that, Romans face lifted and I felt Peter's beard scratch against my cheek as he kissed it before they both ran off. Feeling my face warm I got up and made my way to the kitchen. Even without knowing that we were soulmates they also knew that what we were doing was wrong... but it felt so right. I mean, it wasn't like I was cheating on Leetha.

Reaching for the cabinet holding the glasses I saw a middle aged Asian man standing in front of me. Blinking, more than confused, I realise I was at the front door, a glass of water in my hand. As the man continued to stare at me I just tried to remember how I had gotten here.

"Hello?" I greeted, putting the glass on a near by table.

"It's me." He said, a crease in his brow.

"Hi... Me?"

"You don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" I just shook my head, cringing back as his eyes seemed to analyse me, his head cocked to one side.

"It's amazing isn't it? ... Just how powerful the subconscious is. Well in the event you do need me when you're at least semi conscious, don't hesitate to call." He said, taking a card from the inside of his jacket pocket with two of his fingers and thrusting it towards me. After a moment I took it. Dr Yohan Price, it read. When I flipped it over the reflective logo for the Godfrey institute burned into my eyes.

"What the-" when I looked up he was gone. Looking around the door I took a step forward and searched the front yard but he was no where to be seen. My pulse quickened as I held on tighter to the card. How had he known I had dreamt about being at the Godfrey Institute... unless I hadn't been dreaming. I couldn't help the sudden wave of emotion that came over me. I was so tired and confused - Why couldn't I remember anything? Why was I loosing chunks off time? What was happening to me?