He kisses me on the forehead, but I can already tell that cool, calculating reserve has come back. His King mask is on. The Zeke I’ve slowly caught glimpses of is well hidden away now. Just perfect. At least now I know the real Zeke is under the mask. At least now I know I have the power to coax him out of his shell. I collapse on the bed and close my eyes. I picture our experiences and things we’ve done. The past few hours have been a whirlwind. He took me to the skies. Zeke flew me through his kingdom and made love to me in the wilderness. Surely that has to count for something. Surely that has to mean something to him. I know it did to me. He’s a bit hot and cold, but I’m beginning to think I understand Zeke a little bit better. He has to be cold because he’s the king. He has to be cold because if anyone knew what was precious to him, they could use it against him.
