[57] Divided Attention

Calypso stood near the back of the observation deck, maintaining what she hoped was a casual distance from Xavier. She smiled and nodded as Ashley described some extravagant shopping trip, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Last night kept replaying in her mind—the weight of Xavier's body pressing her into the carpet, his lips on her neck, his hands sliding under her shirt...

She bit her lower lip. Eight hundred and forty-seven years of processing souls, and she'd never experienced desire like this. Female divine beings weren't supposed to yearn for mortals this way. It was undignified. Inappropriate. Very Dangerous.

Yet she'd barely slept after retreating to their bed alone. The sheets had smelled like him. She'd tossed and turned, imagining what might have happened if she hadn't stopped him. His hands exploring every inch of her, his mouth trailing down her stomach, his—

"Don't you think, Calypso?" Margaret asked.