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“Except for you,” she said. “I never wanted to be with anyone else. With you… it’s different. I can’t explain why it’s different but it is. I like being with you.”
“I like being with you too,” I said softly.
They were the truest words I’d ever uttered.
She looked up at me with her tearful eyes and sad face. I leaned forward and we kissed, giving in to each other.
It wasn’t purely a kiss of passion. It was a kiss of emotion, of strength, of need…
Of love.
“Let’s go to my room,” I said, my voice turning cloudy.
She nodded.
“Yes, please.”
I don’t remember how long it took to cover the space heading back to my cell. I could have been floating on clouds, her hand held in mine, her thumb tracing lines over the back of my hand.
We both needed to be together.
We both needed to become one.
I could feel her deep in my bones.
The cell door hissed shut. Before it fully closed, we were already in each other’s arms, our hands exploring each other’s bodies—as if we hadn’t already done it half a dozen times before.
I marveled at her beauty and her delicate features, at how she had me wrapped around her finger and I never wanted to let go.
I stripped her of her clothes and she stripped me of mine.
Once again, we wrapped our arms around each other, hungry and desperate to feel as one.
Our eyes focused on each other and I couldn’t look away. Her nipples were hard and I felt them tickle my chest.
I lay her on the bed and got to my knees, licking and supping on her gorgeous sex. It was juicy and I couldn’t get enough.
She writhed on the bed as my long tongue did its job. She ran her hands through my hair and tugged, begging me to go deeper, to rub her harder, faster, and make her rise another tall wave of orgasmic pleasure.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to have all of me, and when I said all of me…
My reflection winked into existence beside me. Harper’s eyes were shut and she hadn’t yet seen him. Not a twin, not a clone, exactly. It was me, just another reflection.
Usually, my reflections were nothing more than that—a wisp of light that looked real enough until you touched it. But this time, with her, I felt certain I could feel with my reflection’s hands too. Being with Harper made me stronger somehow as if my reflection took on the substance of life itself.
I got my reflection to bend down and touch her breasts, taking the time to rub her nipples. I swear I could feel the tingle of her on my hands.
“Harper,” I said.
“Hm?”
“Open your eyes.”
She did, and the look of pleasure on her face immediately snapped into an expression of horror.
She backed away from me, into the corner, and hugged a pillow to cover herself.
She stared between me and my reflection.
