Page 17 of Far From Center
He did as she said, and Nyalla felt him relax against her, all the tension draining from his body. When the song was over and they pulled apart, she saw a peace in his blue-gray eyes that hadn’t been there since she’d met him.
“So, what did you think?” she asked, holding her breath in anticipation of his answer.
“I think that there is more to being human that I ever realized.” Then he smiled and her heart skipped a beat at his beauty. “I think that perhaps many things I’ve always considered sinful, might just be a different side to the same coin.”
She let out the breath. “I’m glad, because I hated the thought that you believed me and the other humans to be lesser beings, to be sinful and incapable of seeking and achieving grace.”
His gaze warmed. “Nyalla, in spite of my insensitive and ill-judged words, I don’t consider you to be a lesser being. Nor do I consider you incapable of achieving grace.” He smiled, this time his eyes sparking with silver lights. “But I still am reluctant to consume food, no matter how tempting that grouper smelled.”
One step at a time. Nyalla linked her arm in his. “Forget the party bus. Let’s walk back to the hotel along the beach and dip our feet in the surf. Would that physical, sensory experience be acceptable to you?”
The smile deepened. “A walk along the beach with my feet in the water is more than acceptable.Farmore than acceptable.”
