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seemed fond. Admiring. And a little sad.

    â€œBut thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

    â€œSonnet Eighteen,” I murmured, thinking he recited beautifully. Hell, forget his recitation skills. How many guys in this age of instant messaging even knew Shakespeare anymore? His amused little half-smile played over his face.
    â€œClever and beautiful. How could any man settle for a mortal woman?”
    â€œEasily,” I returned. My friends’ misgivings suddenly loomed up in me. “You could, you know.”
    He blinked, and his rapt look faded, giving way to exasperation. “Oh. Not this discussion again.”
    â€œI’m serious—”
    â€œAnd so am I. I don’t want to be with anyone else right now. I’ve told you that a hundred times. Why do we keep talking about this?”
    â€œBecause you know we can’t—”
    â€œNo buts. Give me some credit for being able to control myself. Besides, I’m not with you for sex. You know that. I’m with you to be with you.”
    â€œHow can that be enough?” It never had been for any other man I’d known.
    â€œBecause . . . because . . .” He tipped my chin up with his hand, the emotion in those eyes making my insides melt. “Because being with you feels so right . . . like it’s always been meant to be. You make me believe in a higher power for once in my life.”
    I closed my eyes and put my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. He wrapped me to him, his embrace warm and solid, and I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him. Probably I should have let the discussion go then, but one more thing was still on my mind tonight. After all, I had a gold-embossed certificate sitting on my counter.
    â€œEven if you can control yourself . . . even if you can stay celibate, you know I won’t be.”
    The words hurt coming out, but my mouth’s control switch didn’t always function so well. Besides, I didn’t want anything standing between us.
    â€œI don’t care.” But I felt his hold on me stiffen a little.
    â€œSeth, you will—”
    â€œThetis, I don’t care . It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except what happens between you and me.”
    The fierceness in his voice—a contrast to his normal placidity—thrilled me, but it was not that that made me give up the argument. It was the word “Thetis.” Thetis. Thetis the shape-shifting goddess. The shape-shifter wooed and won by a steadfast mortal. Seth had coined the name for me when he learned I was a succubus, when he’d first insinuated that my infernal standing was not a deterrent.
    I pulled him closer. Don’t look down.
    We went to bed shortly thereafter, Aubrey snuggling up at our feet. The feel of Seth’s body curled by mine under the covers was tantalizing, a cruel whisper of the restrictions around us.
    I sighed and tried to think of something other than how nice he felt or how great it would be if he slid his hand up my shirt. I grinned as a most unsexual sentiment came to mind.
    â€œI want pancakes.”
    â€œWhat? Right now?”
    â€œNo. For breakfast.”
    â€œOh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.”
    â€œMe? I’m not going to make them.”
    â€œYeah?” His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. “Who’s going to make them for you then?”
    â€œYou are.”
    It was a well-known fact—at least to Seth and me—that he made the best pancakes known to mankind. They always came out perfect, light and fluffy. Through some kitchen magic, he even managed to put smiley faces on them when he made them for me. Once he’d even put a G on