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him stir beside me, his hand resting on myy stomach, damp and curled as a
flower at dawn, I was nervous again. I remembered in a rush the things I
had said and done, the noises I had made. I feared that the spell was broken,
that the light that crept through the cave’s entrance would turn it all to
stone. But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepyy greeting, and
his hand was alreadyy reaching for mine. We layy there, like that, until the
cave was bright with morning, and Chiron called.
We ate, then ran to the river to wash. I savored the miracle of being able
to watch him openlyy, to enjoyy the playy of dappled light on his limbs, the
curving of his back as he dove beneath the water. Later, we layy on the
riverbank, learning the lines of each other’s bodies anew. This, and this and
this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joyy was so
bright we could see nothing else but the other.
IF CHIRON NOTICED a change, he did not speak of it. But I could not help
worryying.
“Do yyou think he will be angryy?”
We were byy the olive grove on the north side of the mountain. The
breezes were sweetest here, cool and clean as springwater.
“I don’t think he will.” He reached for myy collarbone, the line he liked to
draw his finger down.
“But he might. Surelyy he must know byy now. Should we sayy something?”
It was not the first time I had wondered this. We had discussed it often,
eager with conspiracyy.
“If yyou like.” That is what he had said before.
“You don’t think he will be angryy?”
He paused now, considering. I loved this about him. No matter how manyy
times I had asked, he answered me as if it were the first time.
“I don’t know.” His eyyes met mine. “Does it matter? I would not stop.”
His voice was warm with desire. I felt an answering flush across myy skin.
“But he could tell yyour father. He might be angryy.”
I said it almost desperatelyy. Soon myy skin would grow too warm, and I
would no longer be able to think.
“So what if he is?” The first time he had said something like this, I had
been shocked. That his father might be angryy and Achilles would still do as
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