Elizabeth stood on the balcony of her house in the mountains, her sepia-colored hair flying freely behind her as the cool morning breeze blew in her face. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the forest that stretched for miles all around her home.
For a moment, she was taken back to memories of her home in Rome. It had been centuries ago, but she remembered it as if it were yesterday. A glowing sword at her side, and a glint of ruthless determination in her eyes.
Men and women used to bow to her, and her swordsmanship was once unrivaled.
Oh, how she missed those days. She just didn’t miss the slaughter or the evil that continued to rise no matter how hard she fought.
Sawyer wrapped his arms around her, and she smiled despite the nagging fear that filled her belly. Dressed in nothing but her red lace, bikini-cut panties and bra, she was impervious to the crisp autumn air.
“Babe,” Sawyer whispered into her ear, his minty breath warm on her neck. “Why are you up so early? Don’t you have until noon to go into work?”
She turned to him. With a smile, she ran her hands through his messy, black hair. She met his ethereal, hazel eyes, wishing she could tell him her secret. What they’d developed was sacred, but she feared that he would not understand her origins and past. His chiseled jaw was covered by his short, dark beard.
“Yeah. But, I couldn’t sleep.”
He kissed her clavicle and held on to her waist. “You hardly sleep at all,” he said. “I don’t understand how you survive with such little sleep. It’s bad for your health.”
Elizabeth grinned. “I think I know what’s good for my health.”
He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “What’s that?”
“You,” she said softly and kissed his lips. He tasted like toothpaste and mouthwash as their tongues met. She held on to his face, her fingers within his soft beard.
“I’m not going to disagree with you on that one. Since you’re up at five in the morning, why don’t we take advantage of this time together before we both have to work?”
Nodding, Elizabeth buried her face in the space between his bare neck and shoulder, breathing him in. She traced the tattoo of a dragon on his neck and swallowed, willing the warnings to fade.
Though he was only thirty-two, he had silver hairs that grew above his ears, a stark contrast to his raven black hair. She loved them. They were like little magical strands that refused to be ignored.
“What do you want to do?” Elizabeth asked.
“Breakfast at Café Monte sounds like a good start.”
“Great idea. I could use a real cappuccino.”
Sawyer’s smile widened as he turned and carried her back into the house. “I agree. But, wait until I take you to Italy. That is where you’ll find a real cappuccino,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I’ve never been.”
“I’ll take you,” he said. “But first…”
Elizabeth laughed, a beaming smile taking over her face as excitement flooded her. Only he could make her giddy. She held on as Sawyer carried her back to her bedroom, kicking the door open and walking into the brightly-lit room.
He put her down and unhooked her bra, all while planting kisses along her throat and chest. She pushed her panties down and kicked them onto the floor. Watching him take off his boxers made her heartbeat quicken.
Instead of taking her to bed, he led her into her bathroom and turned on the shower. They stepped inside and let the warm water cascade over their naked bodies. Kissing Sawyer under the soothing stream of water almost took her mind off of everything.
Sometimes, she wished she could just stay in bed with Sawyer all day. They were both busy individuals with responsibilities and careers.
They were both highly-respected doctors.
But, only one of them was human.