Constant Cravings by Tracey H. Kitts

of my face.
    “Are you all right?”
    “Is there something magical about your water, or you when you stand under it?” He looked like he’d just remembered something important. “Shit. I forgot about that.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, his brows knit in concentration. “Is that better?”
    He still looked too good to be true, but I was no longer entranced by the sight of him.
    “Yes, that’s better. What just happened?”
    “My mother is a weather fairy. Her elements are water and lightning. They are my elements too. Whenever I’m near them, they enhance my…”
    “Sex appeal?”
    “Among other things.”
    “I bet you’re fun to find out in a storm.”
    “Oh you laugh now, but I’ve gotten tackled before. It isn’t something I can completely turn off.”
    “It didn’t affect me like this when you were in the tub.”
    “The bath wash toned it down, plus you spent most of the time looking away from me. I did that on purpose.”
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    “When you appeared in my shower before you were sexy, but not like this.” His smile told me how much he appreciated being called sexy. I made a mental note to tell him again sometime soon.
    “That’s because I knew you were summoning me and I blocked most of the effect, like I’ve just done.”
    I took a step toward him and ran my hand over his chest. “I can look at you easier now. Not that you haven’t always been easy on the eyes.” He smiled as he ran his hands up my arms. “You’re cold.” Liam pulled me underneath the water with him and held me close. I was still surprised at how natural it felt to be near him. It also surprised me how easily I’d begun to accept this new world his potion had revealed. When he mentioned weather fairies I found myself thinking back to the book he’d given me. Instead of saying that fairies weren’t real, I was trying to recall a picture of a weather fairy for a comparison to Liam’s appearance.
    “You don’t look like the sketches in that book of a weather fairy. Aren’t they supposed to look like water nymphs or have green hair or something?”
    “My grandmother is a winter fairy. I inherited my complexion from her.” Well I guess that explained why fairies were all different colors, like the ones I’d seen at The Spot café.
    He ran his fingers through my hair and tilted my face up toward him. “Your hair is really beautiful.”
    “Thanks. Like I said, it isn’t my natural color.” To be honest, I wasn’t sure what my natural color was anymore. When I was in high school it was brown. I’d been coloring my hair since I was eighteen and realized suddenly that it had been eight years since I’d seen my natural hair. I’d colored it black for years because I thought it brought out my dark eyes and went well with my fair complexion. Now it was such a dark shade of red, I think the technical description would be black cherry.
    “Would you like it to be?”
    “You can do that?”
    “No, but Nym can. Maybe you should let him help you get ready for tonight? It sounds like he’s dying to color your hair anyway.” I laughed. “The last time he touched my hair I started having visions of him naked with that she-wolf.”
    He leaned forward and kissed me softly. “Your shields should be stronger after last night.” He smiled again. “And after being with me this afternoon.” After a leisurely shower, I put back on my bra, panties and matching robe while Liam prepared breakfast. We called it breakfast, even though it was now the middle of the afternoon. The smell of fresh coffee greeted me as I walked into the kitchen to find him slicing fruit. He was wearing the long velvet robe once more, only this time he wore black silk pants underneath.
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    I took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma that filled the room. “What kind of coffee is that?”
    “Vanilla bean with cinnamon.”
    I took another deep breath and sighed. “It smells amazing.” Speaking of amazing,