High Society - Page 66

I sighed and relaxed against him again.

“I wish we could stay right here and never allow time to move forward,” he said.

“Me too.”

He captured my lips in another kiss, and as we swayed and our lips met in the most delicious ways, for a moment, time did stop.

“I know this probably isn’t proper,” I began, “but would you sleep in my room tonight?”

Enoch’s green eyes flickered with flames I knew would burn me, yet in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be scorched. There were glints of mischief and excitement in his crooked smile, his unspoken promise of what the night would hold.

“Just to sleep?” he asked, a challenge in his eyes.

“I thought Nephilim didn’t require it. If you’re too tired…”

He kissed my lips, a smile finally stretching across his face. Enoch pulled me through the garden, and when we were cloaked by tall hedges, he picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist and I devoured him as much as he devoured me.

He pulled away, wiping his mouth. “Did I nick you?”

I licked my lips. The taste of blood wasn’t on my tongue. “I don’t think so.”

“Something tastes strange.”

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I don’t think you cut me.”

He let out a relieved breath and ran a hand through his hair, gently placing my feet back on the ground.

“Oh, I found something that might belong to you.” I turned and fished the pocket watch out of my cleavage. Dangling it in front of him, I watched as he recognized it.

“Where did you find it?”

“So, it’s yours?”

“Yes. I lost it years ago.”

“While you were living here and building your own home?”

A memory flitted in his eyes. “You found it in the wardrobe.”

“Yep.” I suddenly remembered the letter I’d written. I reached into the slit in my dress and withdrew it. “Would you promise to do something for me?”

“Anything,” he vowed.

“I need you to keep this for me. In the year twenty-one-fifty-seven, find Maru and give it to him. Don’t be nosey and read it. It’s his letter.”

“Eve,” Enoch blurted, “I’ve overheard some of your conversations recently – not that I meant to or intentionally invaded your privacy.”

“What did you hear?”

“You aren’t… Your presence in my life is its biggest blessing. I have merely existed for thousands of years, but only started living when you waltzed through a plague-ridden town and into my life. There hasn’t been a second that I wasn’t glad you did.”

“I’m just worried that our mission to jump through the past is changing things, and maybe changing you, for the worst. If it wasn’t for us, all the bad things you’ve experienced never would have happened.”

“I wouldn’t have them any other way,” he said honestly. “You probably think I’m horrible for saying so, but I wouldn’t change a single thing about any of it. I would go through it again and again if it meant the path would lead to you.”

“Or, you could make different decisions from this point forward and prevent the future that hunts you.”

“You might not exist if I change the past.”