“My theory,” I continue, “is that if you have sex in the air, you’re one step closer to reaching god-like status.” He almost smiles. I’m grinning more for the both of us. “Zeus and Hera fuck in the clouds, right?” Ryke gives me a what the fuck look that I appreciate. I love it all. “Do you want to become a god with me?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair again.
