“I can’t reach, Loch.”
Loch.
Only my close friends call me that, but they’ve never made my heart drum inside my chest the way Farrah’s sweet voice does as she croons the name.
I swallow hard and step forward, closing the gap between us. I suck in a sharp breath as I take the zipper and slide it down.
“There you go,” I say, immediately stepping back.
She starts stripping, and I silently curse, spinning around to give her privacy.
I need to go.
I walk away from the intoxicated little mouse, and I’m seconds to freedom… seconds from leaving and returning to my apartment where I can tend to my throbbing cock.
“Lawwwwwk.”
She draws out my name in a whine. And damn if I don’t find it adorable.
“Stay with me?”
I keep my back to her because she’s still dressing. The rustle of the fabric teases me.
“I… I can’t.”
She huffs, not in frustration but of something more like defeat.
“Right. Ofcourse.”
“Farrah,” I warn. “It’s not because I don’t want to. I do. But you’re drunk and I’m not. You should go to sleep—”
“I’m not tired!”
“You literally fell asleep in my arms.”
I hear her climb into bed, so I finally turn around. Only to find her passed out already—her arms splayed above her head.
And she’s snoring.
Gosh. She’s cute.
I shake my head and go to the kitchenette to pour her a glass of water. I set it on the table beside the bed, then grab two aspirin pills from the bathroom medicine cabinet and place them next to the glass. I tear off a piece of paper from the notepad on the office desk in the corner and pick up a pen from the holder.
Once I finish my note, I tuck Farrah under the covers, and leave, making sure the door is locked and the protection wards are secured.
I force myself to walk away because if I don’t, I’ll crawl into bed so I can cuddle her in my arms and wake up beside her.
But I can’t.
She’s human. She’s Evangeline’s best friend. Off-limits unless I’m serious about a relationship.
I don’t allow myself to be in serious relationships. I prefer casual sex because it makes it easier to let go of someone whose soul isn’t bound to yours.
I couldn’t do that to Farrah. And even if we tried to be in a relationship, she’d keep aging while I remained the same for hundreds of years to come.
Even if she’s the first human, the first being, who’s made my heart wake from its centuries long slumber—which I can’t understand for the life of me. I mean, she’s beautiful.Gorgeous.Her face lights up when she’s talking to Evangeline about something that excites her. Her laugh is dainty and infectious. But she’s also shy and hesitant around me—I love the way her cheeks burn red when I’m close.
My near visceral reaction to her is confusing, especially since this isnothow I felt the first time we met.
