Chapter 53: [53] Different
Their laughter gradually subsided, leaving them breathless on the living room floor. Xavier found himself trapped beneath Calypso, her silver hair falling around them like a curtain. The weight of her body pressed against his chest, her knees on either side of his hips. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, hearts racing from their playful struggle.
"What are you looking at?" Calypso asked, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it.
"You," he said simply. His hand moved of its own accord, fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I’ve seen thousands of beautiful women. But you’re..."
He paused, searching for words. Something about her defied his usual categorization. Beautiful didn’t cover it. Alluring felt inadequate.
Calypso leaned into his touch. "I’m what?"
"Different," he finished lamely. "I don’t know how to explain it."
Her lips quirked upward. "Two thousand years and no one’s ever called me just ’different’ before."
"What do they usually call you?" His thumb brushed against her lower lip.
"Divine. Magnificent. All-powerful."
Xavier’s mouth curved into a half-smile. "But never ’the woman who squeals like a piglet when tickled’?"
Calypso’s eyes narrowed. "I will end you."