Page 71 of Vameer

My gravito lowers me gently, and the metal barely groans as I step closer to the window.

Quiet approaches were often essential in my life, so supporting my weight with gravito has become habit.

The fabric curtain is pulled closed over the window, blocking my view of the inside.

I test to make sure my mate keeps her window locked.

She does.

I lean forward until my nose is nearly against the glass, and I breathe in her fruity scent.

I need to see.

Sending the smallest tendril of gravito through the glass, I pull the bottom corner of the curtain over, exposing an inch-wide view.

I crouch, looking through.

To the left, I see the top of the stairs. Straight forward looks to be the living area. And from this angle, I can’t see to the right.

There’s no sign of her current whereabouts, but she left a lamp on, so I’m hopeful that means she’s coming home tonight.

A breeze blows between the buildings.

Fresh apples.

My eyes start to close at the blissful smell, but then they widen.

She’s near.

I start to stand, wanting to go to her.

But then I hear the sound of a key in a lock. And a door opening.

I hold my breath as I focus my attention back through the corner of the window.

The front door shuts, and I keep holding my breath.

More sounds. Shoes being kicked off. The dead bolt turning. Footsteps.

I lean closer to the window.

I should drop the corner of the curtain. Should wait for a less invasive way to see my mate.

But I cannot.

The footsteps are getting louder. Closer.

My nose is almost against the glass.

And then… she’s here.

Rounding the top of the stairs.

Power thrums under my skin, and my heart lurches.

She’s absolutely beautiful.

Stunning.