Chapter Thirteen
This was getting old. The same white sands, the same beautiful wild waves. She was back in Luc's mind. This time, being here didn't hurt at all. On the contrary, she felt warm and relaxed.
"What am I doing here?" she asked, slowly sitting up.
"Taking a break."
Luc was lying in the sand by her side, his arms crossed beneath his head, his wings spread wide, the tips of his right one touching Macey's shoulder. He was gorgeous.
He turned onto his side and looked her straight in the eyes. "I wanted some privacy and the others agreed that this was the best way to do it. Your body is still exhausted, but your mind isn't."
Heat pooled low in her belly as he stared into his eyes. "And they're okay with..."
"Yes. You know they are."
She nodded. She did know that, but she did
