“Me too,” I said.
"You-you haven't been with anyone else since?"
I shook my head.
"Wow. How-how long has it been? If you don’t mind me asking?”
“Thousands of years.” He choked.
“I can’t even comprehend how long that is.”
“That’s probably for the best.” I smiled.
“And you chose me to break your streak?" He blinked.
"You seemed like the right choice," I said.
"Wow! And here I thought you didn't even like me."
"Why wouldn't I like you?" I said, turning his head back toward me and gazing into his eyes.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not the most attractive guy and I'm a bit broken."
"You're not broken, Drew. I don't know why you would think you are, but you're not. You are the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on.”
“After him,” he said.
"After him." I smirked.
“Wow. What was he? A god or something?” I nodded and he hissed. “Goddess, of course I can’t compete with that.”
Being with Drew, being here with him, it made me forget about Ra, even if just for a little bit. And once again, while I should probably feel guilty about that, I'd spent so long grieving him and honoring his memory that it was…liberating to be able to escape his memory, even if for just a second. It made me feel as if I could breathe again after millennia of holding my breath.
"You are beautiful, Andreas,” I said. “You are.”
He smiled and leaned into my touch as I cupped his cheek and drove my lips to his. He still tasted of me and that alone threatened to make me hard again. His skin was soft and sticky with sweat but that didn’t stop me from wanting to lick it top to bottom.
I ran my fingers over his face, over the side of his head, down to his neck and made circles that followed the pattern of his tattoo.
“That’s an interesting tattoo. The power of three. What made you get it?” I asked.
He turned to look at me and pressed his lips together.
“There was this human show when I was growing up. I was obsessed with it. I thought I’d be a kickass witch like the three Charmed sisters when I grew up. They used the symbol on the show to symbolize their power. When I met Sandro, my friend, I paid him a visit. He can ink magical tattoos and I thought maybe I could have something magical to free me, or at the very least keep me safe. Sandro convinced me to go for this. It’s supposed to represent Gene, Yaya, and me. The last of us. He inked it on me with a protection spell. I don’t know if it’s any good considering Gene is not here, but…”
“It’s beautiful either way,” I said.
He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. They remained sad.
"Anyway.” He pulled away after a moment. “I…I need to get ready for work." He sat up.
I mimicked him and watched as he opened the wardrobe and took out a towel.
"What do you do?" I asked.
"I'm a mixologist. I run a cocktail bar in Paternoster Square. It’s a magical café during that day and I take it over at night and make it a magical bar. Java Jinx by day, Moon Jinx by night."
"You make people potions?" I asked.
