He was waiting by the doorframe, shudders racking his body as he gathered the courage to go inside and speak with her. Just a few words would be a good start. He could tell her that he had no interest in her as a mate but that he’d keep her under his protection. That sounded decent and controlled. Keyn took a few steps into the room, his hands fisted and brow lowered in concentration. She was on the couch. He could see her dirty blonde hair over the back of it. It didn’t occur to him to clear his throat. He just walked past the couch and opened his mouth to start his speech. Keyn hissed out a breath. She was asleep, her eyes closed, lips softened in slumber. Trillian looked angelic with her hair falling in slivers around her face. Keyn couldn’t stop himself from leaning closer. His flaccid cock began to awaken. He reached out, unsure of how to proceed. She was human, for Goddess’ sake, and he longed to brush his fingers across her skin. He did just that. For the first time in hundreds of years, he willingly touched a human.
