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“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘a person’s eyes are the windows to their soul’?”
We went back and forth about it. Grace asked about my mother’s eyes, what she possessed. “I think that my mother’s eyes showed how empty inside she was. I don’t know about mine, but I’ve already assessed what yours possess.”
“You have?” she asked full of curiosity. Her body inched up and against me, the curve of her hip hitting mine.
I only smiled wanting to give her this, “Your flare for truth and compassion drive you. You want to see the best in everyone, yet you make them face their own choices. I admire you in that.”
“What is?” I folded against her more trying like heck to remain a gentleman.
“That’s just what I’d say about you, but with protector labeled on top. Maybe we are a perfect match and our eyes show it. Like I can see inside your soul and you in mine.”
“We were matched before WE existed. We just had to have lots and lots of patience.” I sighed heavily. I half hoped she couldn’t read into that sigh.
“Being patient is hard sometimes?” She did know.
“You have no idea!” Fine. I’d be bluntly honest. Well, kind of blunt.
“What does that mean?” she elbowed me.
“I’ve waited over a hundred years for you.”
“Oh! I forgot.” She wiggled her body. Lord!
“And you never loved another?”
“No! Fey women aren’t known for their compassion. That’s why your light shines so bright to me. Others see it to.” I wasn’t surprised she asked. “And you are mine. No one else can have you.” I enunciated slowly.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“I know! And that scares most Fey men. That you could show that much love for one.”
“No, you’ll see with time.”
She missed her mom and told me so. She compared herself to her with knowing her mother wasn’t human. “You are braver than any woman I’ve known.”
“You came with me that fateful night.” I held up a finger. And then another, “you fought me…” I chuckled remembering it well. Loved it even. I could protect her too.
“That doesn’t count.”
“You went where my mother never tried.” Finger number three went in the air. “You stood up to Kinsler, your worst enemy and tormentor.”
Finger number four opened and closed over her heart, “You gave me your heart.”
Girls love that junk, but it wasn’t as full of mush if it was true, right?
“Did I choose this or did the prophecy make me? I mean, do I have free will here or is there some magic making me bound to all this…” she waved her hands, “…court of the Fey and…everything?”
“You chose. Remember when I revealed my true nature?” I watched her nod. “You could’ve have turned and run, and I would have erased your memory of who I really was. You had an obsession with what is normal and not and redefined it daily. And yet somehow, you knew.”
“I would’ve never known you?” I was glad it hurt her to say it.
“You would have the memories of our friendship.”
“That’s why you were always just a friend?”
“That long and deep of a relationship, cannot be erased Grace. If I’d been more to you, you’d remember it either way. And the other court, as well as mine, wouldn’t allow that, for fear of a compromise on our existence. Others have lost the link to the Fey world because of it.”
We talked more. Just details. Nothing else mattered but her. Here. Now.
She asked about debts. I missed what she said, lost in her for a moment and didn’t hear her. “What? In whose debt?” I wondered aloud.
“You’re debt. I am well beyond my debt limit, I’m sure.”
“Seriously?” She meant all the times I’d saved her. Heck yeah!
“Well, um, somewhere around three hundred seventy-two.” Gulp! She didn’t take that well. “Give or take a few, depending on Kinsler’s intentions at the given time.”
“Do I have to make good on…all of them?”
Oh yeah my sweet. Every single one of them. “Never forget a debt.”
“O…kay!” she was nervous and I ran with it. I narrowed the distance to prove my taking.
“Right now!” I took a shot at catching her off guard zipping through the air. Her lips would be wet from her biting it in three…two…
“Now? How?” She bit her bottom lip. Yes!
“Oh I can think of something!” I collected.
Smooth and sweet. Her kisses. Then, she giggled. I loved that giggle so I stop to find the source of it. “How many more to go?” she asked.
“You have a long, long way to go!” my voice shook with wanting. Finally, she noticed the glow around us. Our emotions were speaking as loud as our hands…and our mouths, lips, all of it. I couldn’t wait to claim her as completely mine.
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Recently, celebrity chef Jamie Oliver told reporters that — while he has written more than 20 cookbooks — he had never read a whole book until recently, when he finished Suzanne Collins’s Hunter Games sequel, Catching Fire. Oliver said, “I’ve never read a book in my life, which I know sounds incredibly ignorant but I’m dyslexic and I get bored easily.” Fair enough. As a kind of thought experiment, Flavorwire has picked out the first ten books that an adult who is new to reading should pick up. Quibbles or further suggestions? Add them in the comments.
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