Cedar Sweep And please believe me when I say I love you

There. Athan wanted to grin as he saw the signs. It was almost by providence that she arrived, though she did break his contemplation. But that could wait. A new hunger awakened in him as she spoke. He watched her every move, his senses seemingly heightened by her presence. Was she even real? The naivete and innocence in her eyes were surreal, almost supernatural. Perhaps she was a nymph. Or perhaps he was exaggerating her traits in his mind — catching a glimpse, finding a nugget of purity and creating a diamond, seeing a smudge of white and painting a Venus. Sick? He chuckled. Nu dragostea mea. I am well. Even moreso now that I am not alone.