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It would be better if she let it go. She shut the laptop. Yeah, she’d let it go. *** She didn’t let it go.
He was dangerous. And she wanted him more for it, like the sucker she was.
She loved the way he said her name. Zey-furr. She’d purr if she were a cat at the way he said it. Probably go into heat too and rub all over him. Not the time.
She raised her glass of water to him. “To chemistries that lie.” He raised his. "And hearts that die." Oh boy, he had no idea the CPR she had planned for him.
“I cut the hand of a man who touched your hair, Zephyr. What do you think I’m going to do to the one you move on with?” Her breath caught. She hadn’t anticipated this. “I might not remember you,” he whispered, his lips almost at hers. “But you’re my wife now. Mine. And I’d bathe this whole city in blood before I let you change that.”
“I didn’t realize how much I missed your touch. You gave a starved man a feast every day until he forgot what hunger felt like, and then took it away.”
"Don't leave me again, rainbow," he spoke quietly in the space between them. "I don't know if I'll ever remember anything. I don't know if what I feel is love. I don't know what the future holds. But I know I want you by my side. I know I don't want to forget you now." Zephyr melted, her heart softening. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm not going anywhere, handsome. I've loved you as a boy, and I love you as a beast. All of you has always been loved by me."
