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“Did you seriously read the whole book in that time?” I ask, feeling some serious envy of his speed.
“Yes, it was delightful,” he says, his body shimmering with a multitude of colors like a rainbow is passing through him. “May I try another?”
“Of course. Read them all. It will take you no time at that pace,” I snort, thinking how my curated shelf of books has taken me years to read, but Zeno is going to demolish it in ten minutes.
“Thank you, Whirlwind. This means a lot to me,” he says with such sincerity that I feel myself glowing as brightly as him.
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just a book rec,” I say, but he glides closer, and my skin prickles as I feel his magical presence all around me.
“Not just the books. The entire night has felt wonderful to me,” he says, and my body tingles as I stare up into his handsome face.
“I enjoyed it too,” I say, moistening my lips as the fluttering drops from my stomach to between my legs.
“Goodnight, Zeno,” I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek and forgetting yet again that I can’t touch him, except this time it feels different. It doesn’t last for more than a second, but I’m positive my lips connect with his skin.
I’m probably just imagining things. It’s my second late night in a row and I’ve got caught up in the moment, but when I see him press his hand against his cheek, I feel certain he felt it too.
“Good night, Whirlwind,” he growls, with a look so heated my knees almost buckle.
I walk into the bathroom, trying to keep my cool, then shut the door behind me, put my hands on the sink, and stare at myself in one of the many mirrors.
Did Zeno and I just have a moment? That definitely felt like a moment. In fact, the whole night has been like a glorious build-up to something even more wonderful.
My body hums with need as I brush my teeth, and I consider the fact that I’ve got a bunch of numbers in my pocket from actual human men, but the only arms I want to feel around me are huge and blue.
I try to picture kissing any of the guys I met today, and the idea sickens me, but when I imagine Zeno leaning in and pressing his beautiful blue mouth against mine, my desire burns even hotter.
I come out of the bathroom to find Zeno engrossed in another book; the pages whizzing through at the speed of a money-counting machine.
“I see you’re onto the smutty ones now. Once you’ve read one of those, there’s no turning back,” I say with a grin, and his eyes flick up at me with such violence that my heart stutters.
“These books,” he says, running his tongue across the bottom of his teeth as he looks me up and down. “They’ve helped me understand things. New feelings I couldn’t explain. Fresh urges I’ve never felt before.”
“What kind of feelings? Good or bad?” I ask, my heart thumping so hard it might explode.
“Some are bad. Like when I see you with phone numbers, I want to do this,” he says, raising his hand so the slips of paper float out of my jeans, then catch fire in midair and burn into nothingness.
“Zeno! The love of my life could have been in there,” I scold playfully, but he shakes his head.
“We both know that’s not true, Whirlwind. We both know that there will only be one love of your life, and we both know it has to be me.”
Suddenly, I feel his power wrap around me, lifting me off the ground and pulling me toward him so my face is just inches from his.
“I’ve lived for an eternity without knowing my purpose, but now it is clear that I was created purely to love you. And now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zeno
She reaches to touch my face out of instinct, then gasps when it settles on my skin.
“I can feel you, Zeno,” she says, her other hand flying up to touch my cheek as her breathing becomes fast with excitement. “Is this magic? How have you done this?”
“I have not done anything, Whirlwind. This is your magic. You have awakened feelings inside of me, and they are filling me in like building blocks. You are making me real,” I say, stroking my fingertips down the soft skin of her throat with wonder.
I can feel her warmth, the pulse of her heartbeat when I reach her chest, and each new glorious sensation is making me feel even more alive.
I move my face closer to her, breathing in her soft floral scent, like a meadow on a summer’s day.
