Lillian had knelt beside him, already smelling of arousal.
He was certain her body remembered him and he found his eyes roving over her as her eyes closed with an expression of bliss, cheeks flooding with color, swallowing nervously—he also remembered her body. Wetting his lips, he called her name, watching her blue eyes snap back open as she tucked her hair behind her ear. He knew that motion. That tick.
She’d only started doing that after he’d touched her the first time. Decades ago now.
A time she doesn't remember.
For an immortal, a few decades is nothing. But these past couple moved by at a molasses pace, slow and horrible, feeling more like millennia. Watching her grow had been strange since he’d only ever known her as a woman. He'd been impatient, watchin
