I know that you backed off because you thought that I … judged you or something. But I pulled away because of all this, not because you’ve been with a lot of … humans. And not because of your betrothal, either.”
He closed his eyes in a wince. Then shook his head. “I gotta be honest with you. The last thing I want to think about right now is—”
“I don’t think you’re unclean, Trez.”
“Please. Stop.”
She took his hand and squeezed, trying to get through to him, feeling a pressure to say everything all at once, get it all on the table. His theory about a thousand nights was a good one for mental health purposes—and he’d come to the same conclusion she had: she didn’t have a date and time stamped on her. But she had lived in this reality since the first episode those many decades ago, and her trajectory for survival was that of a car heading off the road and skidding into a ditch.
There was no living through this.
“I have to get this out, Trez. I’ve waited a long time to talk to you. I’m not losing my chance.”
Dimly, she recognized that she was speaking with more emphasis, feeling more like herself, recovering even further thanks to the gift of his vein.
“You’re a male of worth, and I think I fell in love with you the very first—”
Trez exploded out of the bed, and for a split second, she thought he was going to keep right on going, bursting out through the door and away from her and her dumb-ass illness. And for a moment, he paused in front of the exit.
But then he just started to stalk around the room.
“Why is it so hard for you to accept that?” she wondered out loud. “That you’re a good male. That you’re worth—”
“Selena, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re prowling around this room like you’re being hunted. So I’m pretty sure I’m onto something.”
He stopped and shook his head. “Look, this is about you. This…” He waved his hand back and forth between them. “This is all about you. I’m here for you and your needs, whatever they are. We’re going to keep me out of it, okay?”
Selena pushed herself up higher on the pillow. The strain on her elbows and shoulders made her grit her teeth, and she needed to catch her breath as the pain took its sweet time in fading.
But it was better than being frozen stiff.
When his eyes narrowed with concern, she said, “No, I don’t need Doc Jane. Honest.”
As he rubbed his face, she looked at him properly for the first time. He’d lost some weight lately, his cheeks hollowing out so his jaw seemed even more pronounced, his eyes sunken deeper, his lips appearing fuller. And yet even so, he remained an enormous male of the species, his shoulders three times the size of hers, his chest and abdomen carved with power, ropes of muscle running down his arms and his legs.
He was beautiful. From his dark skin to his black eyes, from the top of his shorn head to the soles of his booted feet.
“You are so very worthy,” she murmured. “And you’re going to have to accept that.”
“Oh, really,” he countered wryly. “I’m not so sure about—”
“Stop it.”
Trez stared across at her and then frowned. “You know, I’m not sure why you’re going on about this. No offense, but you nearly died in that other room. Like, how long ago? Feels like ten minutes. My shit is not important here.”
Selena glanced down at her body. She was wearing a hospital johnny that was pale blue and had little darker blue spirals in a repeating pattern. The thing tied in the back, and she could feel the knots biting in where her bra strap would have been if she were wearing one, and down lower, at the small of her back.
It seemed strange to think that things in her body were functioning with relative normalcy now. And the reality that they wouldn’t keep at it for much longer brought a stunning clarity.
“You know,” she murmured, “I’ve never considered the fact that there might be a good part to having a mortal disease.”
“And what’s that,” he asked tightly.
She swung her stare back to his. “It makes you unafraid to say the things you really mean. Honesty can be scary, unless you have something even more terrifying to measure it against—like the prospect of dying. So I’ll tell you exactly why I think