Spooning under the sheets, Desmond and I were warm, comfortable, and smitten with each other. Finally, allowing my heart to feel for him had lifted a weight off my shoulders. It took courage to accept my love for him, and even though I had no idea what the future held for us, I felt content and happy to be with my incubus and under his protection.
“What are you thinking, my love?” Desmond’s emerald green eyes shone with affection and concern for me. There was something different about them. They were looking back at me with intensified love, and the golden hue was absent.
“Your eyes sometimes glitter like the finest golden treasure. And now I can’t even see any regular gold rings in them. Why is that?” I asked.
“An incubus’s eyes bedazzle with a unique color according to their mood. We
