The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

“Am I a ‘one time’?” He looked wounded, his face dropping. “Atta. . .” “I’m sorry.” She waved a hand. “This is juvenile. I’m just tired.” Sonder took her wine glass and set it down on the table, kneeling in front of her for the second time that night. “Should I tell you then that I can’t stop thinking about you? That I haven’t thought of another woman since the first moment I saw you outside Achilles House with a corpse you’d cut open yourself?” He took her chin in his fingers. “Or how I have never thought of a woman the way I think of you?” He kissed her gently on the lips. “How I thought I was destined to be alone, but it turns out I was starving all these years, waiting for you?” Atta swallowed. “Or”—he brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her collarbone—“how many nights I’ve thought of you while alone in my room?” Breathing was becoming quite difficult. “Are you still jealous, a stór?” “Only of the walls of your room,” she breathed out.