He sat up on his elbows, scanning the room. Sun beamed across his back through the all-glass wall. He'd slept later than usual. Sunrise usually found him in the creek. About a quarter mile south the waters deepened enough for him to swim. All about him, he could smell Rissa. That sweet, sex/sugar scent of her had embedded in his pores. Twisting, he scanned below to see if she'd gone down to make them breakfast. The kitchen was empty. Listening intently with eyes closed, he determined he was the only one in the house. Why would she leave after the incredible night they'd shared? he wondered with uncharacteristic disappointment. Despite his teasing warning, he'd not broken her. And she hadn't once begged him to stop. Every move he made, she'd matched him, and then challenged him to try something else. He'd never gone all night with a mortal woman like he had with Rissa. And he wanted more. Yeah, but you know it was a one time thing. Always was, because they never came back. Let it go. "Rissa?" he called out, but knew he wouldn't get an answer.
