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“This material is magnificent.”

I burst out laughing.

“It’s a towel.”

“Soft as clouds.”

“It’s from Target.”

He lowers it.

“Then you must take me to this temple.”

I laugh so hard I nearly fall off the couch.

He approaches, still holding the towel.

“You’re amused.”

“Very.”

“Good.”

He leans down, bracing one hand against the back of the couch.

“Then perhaps you can explain something else.”

My laughter fades.

“What?”

His gaze drops to my mouth.

“Why have you not kissed me?”

My pulse trips.

“Because you’ve been human for approximately forty-five minutes.”

“An eternity under the circumstances.”

“Morpheus.”

“Calla.”

He smiles.

“May I?”

I should probably say no.

I should explain boundaries and pacing and the dangers of getting involved with a recently liberated immortal.

Instead, I whisper, “Yes.”

And then his mouth finds mine.

And every sensible thought in my head disappears.