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Watching her, he couldn’t believe she was in his bed. In all the years he had been around, he had never had someone affect him the way Kevan did. Memories of past loves didn’t compare to how entrenched Kevan already was in his heart and soul. Their attraction had been instantaneous.
She had even admitted to him that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and yet he wouldn’t acknowledge his difficulty in getting her out of his head. Arrogance ruled his heart as the norm, so to suddenly find himself caring about this woman jolted him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he had been the stereotypical male, more attracted to petite blondes, until Kevan.
He and Marcus had argued the morning that he had first seen Kevan. Caleb had better things to do than go on yet another wild goose chase for their missing healers. Caleb had told Marcus to get someone else to go, but Marcus had refused, ordering Caleb to go. He was now glad Marcus had insisted he be the one.
Now a tall brunette haunted his every waking thought. There was no doubt she would leave a mark on his heart unlike any before. These emotions surprised and scared him. Despite his long life, he was out of practice dealing with them.
His calloused finger looked brutish, tracing a path down her face. A grin stretched his face as her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile lighting her face. “Morning,” she whispered.
“Not yet,” not letting go when she attempted to push away.
“What time is it?” she asked, twisting around to look at the clock.
“About 2 a.m.”
“What! Why are you awake?” she exclaimed.
“Enjoying the view.” Kevan blushed as she looked away. “You’re really cute when you blush.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“It was a compliment,” he assured her.
“I believe you, but after the mind blowing sex we just shared, I don’t think ‘cute’ is a description that a woman wants to hear. Sexy, beautiful, would be much better, the last thing a woman wants to be called, is cute.” Kevan felt like she was in a dream and never wanted to wake up.
“Good to know, I’ll keep that in mind for future reference, but as to the mind blowing sex, you can relax, ‘cause I have all kinds of ideas for making sure that it just gets better and better.”
“Well, they do say practice makes perfect,” Kevan teased him.
“Then we’ll just have to do lots and lots of practicing,” Caleb said to her, as he watched Kevan push herself into a seated position, letting the blanket fall to her waist.
“I never knew it could be so good,” she stated quietly, not wanting to disturb the aura they had surrounding them.
Caleb squeezed her tight and kissed her shoulder. “Neither did I,” Caleb admitted.
“Are you telling me after all these years …” stopping as a thought came over her. “How old are you?”
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“You sure you really want to know?” he asked, going with the flow, as she went from tender and gentle to inquisitive in the space of a heartbeat.
“Yes, I really want to know.”
“Okay, I was born in 2993 BC.”
“Fuck, you look good for someone who is almost 5000 years old.”
“Thank you, I think.” He laughed, “Told you, you didn’t want to know.”
“Well it boggles the mind when I think of everything you’ve been through, Ancient Greece, the Roman Empire, Alexander the Great, the Industrial Revolution.”
“The black plague, food shortages, walking everywhere … it wasn’t as much fun as you think,” he pointed out.
“Maybe not when you’re going through it, but looking back, it’s got to be amazing when you think of all you’ve witnessed,” Kevan gushed in awe.
“I don’t look back,” he explained. “You can’t change the past without affecting the future, so it’s better to focus on the future.”
“So you don’t want to talk about your past?” Kevan enquired. “I don’t know if I can restrain myself from asking a few questions.”
“That’s fine, as long it’s not all you want to talk about.”
“Deal. Now as for Kaitlyn, I can’t promise that she won’t bug you endlessly; hell, even Kendra will likely have questions,” Kevan stated, trying to stifle a yawn. “I’m sure that we’re goi ...” dropping off in mid-sentence.
Caleb stroked her hair, making himself more comfortable, snuggling her into his body, “Sleep, my beauty,” he whispered against her hair. “We’ve our whole lives together.”