He reminded himself of that, over and over, but doubt continued to claw at his gut, unsettling him. He had intended to demonstrate to Ella that a Guardian was ruled by logic and instinct. He wanted her to realize that no emotion polluted his thoughts or actions. Sex, after all, was the most fundamentally instinctive of acts, an action ruled by hormones and the most primal and reptilian areas of the brain. Instead, he had ended up making love to her, showering her with pleasure as if she were the most precious thing in his universe. And he’d done it all for the simple joy of hearing her sigh. What in the name of the Light was the matter with him? Kees lay in the dark of the bedroom and stared at the ceiling. Sometime ago, he had rolled off his human lover for fear of crushing her and settled onto his back. She had followed, soft and sleepy, and curled against his side like a contented kitten. She’d nestled her cheek into the hollow of his shoulder, draped an arm across his chest, and promptly drifted into sleep.
