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Linda clutched his shoulders, panting. Another thrust brought her over the edge, and stars burst across
her vision. She screamed with pleasure, then went limp, her body drenched with sweat. A sweet, deep,
pleasurable ache spread outward from her pussy as he thrust again and came with a hoarse cry. He lay
down atop her, his huge body covering hers, his heartbeat thundering. She touched his cheek, ran her
fingers along his stubble-scratchy jaw, and stared deep into his dark eyes. I love you, Linda, he said
again. One big hand tangled in her hair, winding the thick locks around his fingers. You brought me back
from that dark half-life. You gave me warmth and light. You saved me.
She felt hot tears welling in her eyes. I love you too, Gregory.
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He kissed her, softly, tenderly. She lay a hand over his heart and felt the strong, steady beat against her
palm. They lay together, tangled in the sweat-damp sheets, and he held her as she d longed to be held.
Will you stay with me? she asked softly.
He kissed her forehead. Always.
She pressed herself closer to him, savoring the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles, the steady
rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. A relaxed, dreamy bliss stole over her. She felt buoyant, drunk
with pleasure, with love. It s good to be alive, she murmured drowsily. Isn t it?
His hand smoothed her hair. The most wonderful thing in the world.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Hi, Mom. Linda hugged her mother and grinned.
Her mother kissed her on both cheeks, then released her and stood at arm s length, her hands on
Linda s shoulders. So, where is the young man I ve been hearing so much about?
Linda smiled, eyes sparkling. Right here.
Her mother looked up. A huge form stepped forward. The man before her wore a snug, white tee and a
pair of worn jeans, but even so, he looked as if he had strolled off the cover of a romance novel. His
shoulders and chest were broad, his short hair thick and dark. Good Lord, she thought. Linda had told
her that he was a looker, but that didn t begin to cover it. His powerful frame, ruggedly handsome
features and penetrating, fierce dark eyes made him seem somehow out of place in the quiet suburban
neighborhood, as if he belonged to another, more savage time. But when he spoke, his deep voice was
calm and polite. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Green. He shook her hand, and his grip was firm, but
gentle.
I& yes, well, I m pleased to meet you too, Greg. She realized she was blushing, like a schoolgirl.
Come in, please.
He strode into the house and looked around. You have a beautiful home.
Thank you. She watched him. There was something sodifferent about him. It wasn t just his
appearance. Even standing still, he seemed somehow more vibrantly alive than anyone she d ever seen.
His presence filled the room in a way that went beyond physical size. She cleared her throat. Are you
hungry? I made some chocolate chip cookies earlier today.
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I would love to try them. One corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile. Linda tells me they re
wonderful.
* * *
Shortly after, they sat around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and talking. Linda s stomach was a tight,
nervous ball, but Gregory answered all of her mother s questions smoothly.
It had taken some time and a lot of research to fabricate a modern identity for him, but all things
considered, it hadn t been nearly as hard as she imagined. He now had a social security number and a
driver s license and was working for a construction company. But no matter how many official
documents they forged or how many modern possessions he acquired, there would always be something
not modern about him, something that made people stop and stare.
Tell me, said her mother, leaning forward, where did you and Linda meet?
In an internet chat room, he said with a perfectly straight face.
She blinked. Really?
He nodded.
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