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He shrugged. “That’s what I thought at first, but I also can’t remember who the President of Greece is.”
“Does Greece have a president?”
He looked like he was thinking that over. “I think so. But I wouldn’t want to put a lot of money on it. My point is this memory spell seems kind of wonky. We couldn’t even remember that we weren’t human.”
“That’s true,” agreed Moira. “But aren’t you a little bit, you know, worried that saving all of wolf-kind rests on us?”
“I should be,” he said.
“But you’re not?” she asked hopefully. If Killian wasn’t worried, then he probably had a plan, and then she could stop freaking out.
“No, I’m more worried that your family hates me.”
“My family loves you,” said Moira assuredly.
“Really? Then why wasn’t I mentioned once in the letter?”
“Because…” Moira trailed off. “Reasons?” she offered. His eyebrows went up. “Reasons we don’t remember that are not because they don’t like you.”
“That is surprisingly not reassuring,” he said drily.
“Well, I’m sorry, but I love you, so I don’t see how anyone could not love you too! I don’t know what the stupid reason is, but I’m sure there’s something.”
He laughed as if she had surprised him. “Moira, I really, really cannot put into words how much I love you.”
“Oh, well, just start small,” she suggested. “I don’t need all the words, but I likeI love youvery much.”
He got off the bed and walked over, and Moira wanted to wag her tail… do a happy dance… do whatever happy wiggle herbody wanted to do for its shape, but reined herself in. His utter swagger said she was going to be getting kisses at minimum and orgasms if she played her cards right. It was ridiculous how happy he made her. If her family loved her at all, then, of course, they also loved him. How could he doubt that?
He stopped in front of her and put his hands behind his back. Then he leaned in and spoke.
“I like your ass.”
He said it was such a crisp, polite tone that Moira was surprised into laughing.
“Kind of a lot. Like,a lot,a lot. And I like your hair,” he said.
Confused, Moira reached up and touched her hair. She was pretty sure it was doing the thing where she’d run her fingers through it about eighty times, and now it was a giant puffball.
“I like the way you make people uncomfortable.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing…” muttered Moira.
“I find it really sexy.”
Moira blinked at him. This had taken an odd turn.
“And I like the way that even when you can’t remember anything, you’re still one hundred percent yourself.”
“These are good words,” said Moira. “I don’t know why you didn’t think you could do it.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No. These are some of the many reasons Ilikeyou. The way that I love you, I cannot come close to explaining.”
Moira had always felt a bit like a top in motion. Maybe she had ADHD or whatever the humans called it. But she had to be doing something. She didn’t like sitting. She hated yoga and meditation or anything that smacked of not accomplishing something. And the truth was that even if she sat still, there was always some little interior part of herself that was spinning. But at Killian’s words, it was as if that turning, moving, shifting part of her stopped and stood still. With that stillness came a strangepeace. The outside world of expectations meant nothing. In this place, there was only Killian, and his expectation, if you could even call it that, was that she should be exactly who and what she was.
Moira blinked away sudden tears and smiled at Killian. She wanted to say something, but the words eluded her, so she gave up. She could try again later. They had forever to say all of their things. Instead, she kissed him as gently as a butterfly on his perfect mouth.
He still hadn’t moved his hands, and Moira wanted him to. She wanted him to put his arms around her and caress her with gentle fingers. She kissed a little deeper, pressing against him. He was unyielding, and Moira growled. She could feel him smile through his kiss. He was tormenting her on purpose.
