"Yeah," Damien admitted, sitting back down with a sigh. "Mostly my fault. I know."
She gave a small nod, not disagreeing. "Well, yes…the doctor explained the routine more precisely. We can't just… jump each other on a single day and expect miracles. It's a cycle thing. We need to, um, engage"—she made air quotes—"a few days before, during, and a few days after the window. So basically, an entire week of very focused effort."
"Oh," Damien blinked. "Okay. That… actually sounds manageable."
Seliora squinted at him suspiciously. "What has gotten into you? Whatever you're high on, I want it in an IV drip."
He grinned, amused by her skepticism. "Maybe I just realized we're all running out of time. Even immortals."
She stared at him for a beat, lips parting slightly.
Damien rose, leaned over, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It wasn't passionate, but it was intimate. Familiar. Almost kind. "Goodnight, Seliora."
