A light wind flits by and with it comes the smell of fresh bread, sweet flowers and rich coffee.
He wraps an arm around my middle, guiding me to another side street, this one narrower and quainter than the last. There’s a small café with light rimming the edges of the storefront windows. We duck inside and find a table overlooking the street just as it begins to snow again.
I take a seat but he doesn’t join me. Instead, he kneels beside me, his lips next to my ear.
“Tu es plus belle que le flocon de neige le plus parfait,” he murmurs in the huskiest voice that has hot liquid pooling between my thighs.
“What does that mean?”
He takes the snowflake between two fingers, considering it from all angles. “You’re more beautiful than the most perfect snowflake.”
He kisses me on the forehead. “Wait for me here?”
Curious, I nod and watch him step out the door and cross the street.
I need the breather anyway. So much of Daemon has my head spinning. The airplane ride here. The city of love. My three professors taking me. It’s all so much. I don’t know what to think outside of how I’m crazy and what they do to me erases all good sense.
His heavy winter coat blows in the wind as he briskly walks away. He looks like a mix between a cage fighter and a man who has spent years in the military. Though I don’t know if either are true. He’s a bull to most but I got to see a kinder side of him today. One I don’t think many have experienced.
I smile to myself. I also got to see the hard side of him and I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more.
I watch Daemon disappear around a corner. What is he up to this time?