Two Eyes Cenote Where history and future meet

She accepts his compliment, then indulges his request. His heart skips a beat. He hangs on every word that comes out of her mouth. Speaking of which, Vermouth’s eyes hover on it, watching as her lower canines occasionally snag on her upper lip. He finds it endearing.

“I have no mate,” he agrees in that same breathy voice, “but all I want is to find a kvit woman like yourself and treat her like a queen. I want to romance her, spoil her, wed her,” he continues, then remembers to amend, “Become her mate for life. And then give her children.”

Did any of that sound good to Odessia? He wants to ask, though he’s already being extremely forward. He should leave some things unsaid. But his pale eyes ask the question anyway, roaming up to her gorgeous blue ones for a moment and holding her gaze. There’s no challenge in it whatsoever, merely worship.