I creep out of bed and go in search of my robe that was discarded in the sitting room. I think of CK’s penthouse and I Astral out, boldly into his bedroom.
He is sleeping.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t wake as I move closer to him. I admire his bare chest, the black silk sheet pulled low over his hips. Christ, he is beautiful. Even more so in his sleep, as he is totally relaxed. It has been centuries since I watched him sleep. I again feel that pang of what we used to have. I lay down gently on the bed itching to touch him.
“Like what you see?” he murmurs, not opening his eyes.
I breathe in and giggle. “You know I do.”
“What are you doing here, Aefre? You should still be in bed,” he reprimands me.
“I am in bed,” I point out and he chuckles.
“Come here,” he says gruffly and pulls me to him.
I place my head on his shoulder and trace light circles on his pale chest, in stark contrast to my black lacquered nails.
“I can’t remember the last time I saw you sleep,” I comment.
“It’s been a while, my love. Did you come to tell me you will be here next week? Alone,” he asks.
“I will be here. Somehow, I will be here,” I tell him, and he smiles a smug grin. “Wasn’t sure if I would find you in bed alone,” I add, innocently fishing.
His eyes pop open in surprise. “And what would you have done had you found me in flagrante?” he asks curiously.
“Joined in,” I say, much to his delight. “Seriously, though. You know everything about me and mine. I know nothing of yours.”
He looks at me with interest. “You’re asking if I’m screwing other
women?” he asks, almost in disbelief.
“Not really,” I say quietly, hating the jealousy it invokes in me. “But it’s a morbid kind of curiosity.”
“Can you not just delve into that magick mind of yours to find out?” he queries.
I huff annoyed. “It doesn’t work in that way.”
“What do you want to know?” he asks. “How many? Who? How long ago? If I’ve fucked anyone since we got close again?”
“Uhm…” I falter. Pressing my lips together, I look away.
“Ask,” he demands.
“Have you?” I squeak.
“No,” he says to my utter shock and utmost relief.
I wasn’t expecting it. I figured he was taking other women left and right like he always used to. I do the only thing that I can under these abnormal circumstances.
I change the subject.
Needing to know that one thing though, that will not leave me alone, I take a deep breath and ask, “Why have you never asked Devon into our bed?”
He looks surprised by the question and ponders it awhile. “Did you want me to?” he finally asks in somewhat of an anticlimax.
“Yes, of course,” I say at once.
“Hm, I suppose it’s different seeing you with someone you aren’t connected to. I can handle that. It was odd for me to see you respond to him in your office the other week,” he says, sounding unsure of himself. I’m rattled by his tone. Even though my suspicions are confirmed, I’m not sure I want to pursue this line of questioning after all, so I remain silent.