happy, help her catch up on all she’d missed—before he had to let her go.
His body tensed, but he pushed his complicated issues aside as he gave into sleep. Maybe he couldn’t keep Sophie, but she was here now , and that would have to be enough.
I t was late before Sophie finally climbed quietly off the bed where Kristoff rested and went to the closet of clothing Athena had manifested before she and the rest of the Winstons had finally left Kristoff’s residence. Absently, she searched for what looked like sleeping attire, and finally pulled a nightgown from the closet and pulled it on after removing all of the clothing that the goddess had used to dress her.
She’d spent a lot of time watching television, trying to catch up on everything she had missed. Some of what she saw was almost unbelievable. Women wore pants often, and skirts that barely covered their behind.
It seemed that women didn’t need a man in the twenty-first century, but many still chose to marry. Men could marry other men, and a woman could marry another woman, something that wasn’t even whispered about when she’d been a child.
So much has changed.
Sophie felt like a fish out of water, still not able to comprehend how different the world was today compared to how it had been two hundred years ago. Women’s roles had definitely evolved, and they could actually vote, hold important political offices, or be professionals.
Wandering into the bathroom suite, she marveled at the plumbing, sighing as she saw the bath tub, knowing now that she could turn the knobs and it would fill with hot water.
Everything is so much easier.
The human realm was filled with wonders and luxuries that she could have never imagined as a child. She and Zach had lived in poverty during their childhood, but even if they hadn’t, none of these things had existed in their time. The rich had just had far more servants to keep from being inconvenienced with the trivial tasks.
Pulling at the hem of the nightwear, which felt strange to her because it didn’t touch the floor, Sophie went to the bed and crawled between a set of sheets that were so luxurious that she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to get out of bed.
She’d never really had a bed to sleep in, and it felt decadent and wonderful.
Lying next to her, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically, was Kristoff, his chest bare, and the sheets down around his waist. The sleep that Athena had put him into must be working well, because he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t reached out to communicate with her either, even though Athena had said it would be possible.
Tentatively, she put a palm against his chest, marveling at the smooth skin that covered so much muscle. She stroked his hard shoulders and chest before moving downward to trace his well-defined six pack abs with her index finger. Curiously, she followed the line of fine, blond hair that trailed from below his belly button and disappeared underneath the sheet.
“You’re so handsome,” she spoke aloud, turning her attention to his face. In sleep, he looked like he was at peace with the world. His beautiful mane of light blond hair was just long enough to make her itch to run her fingers through it. “Why was I, of all people, chosen to be your radiant ?”
He thinks I’m beautiful. He didn’t even seem to notice my scars. How crazy is that?
Just like Athena had claimed, Kristoff couldn’t seem to see any of her imperfections. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole, and Sophie couldn’t stop remembering how the same emotions had surged up inside her when he’d kissed her: the need, the longing, the desperation to have Kristoff claim her. In his unguarded moments, their embrace had been feral and all-consuming.
I have to stop thinking about how I felt when he touched me. He himself told Athena he didn’t want to bond with me.
The thought consumed her with an overwhelming sadness.
She was all wrong for this fierce male, the King
His body tensed, but he pushed his complicated issues aside as he gave into sleep. Maybe he couldn’t keep Sophie, but she was here now , and that would have to be enough.
I t was late before Sophie finally climbed quietly off the bed where Kristoff rested and went to the closet of clothing Athena had manifested before she and the rest of the Winstons had finally left Kristoff’s residence. Absently, she searched for what looked like sleeping attire, and finally pulled a nightgown from the closet and pulled it on after removing all of the clothing that the goddess had used to dress her.
She’d spent a lot of time watching television, trying to catch up on everything she had missed. Some of what she saw was almost unbelievable. Women wore pants often, and skirts that barely covered their behind.
It seemed that women didn’t need a man in the twenty-first century, but many still chose to marry. Men could marry other men, and a woman could marry another woman, something that wasn’t even whispered about when she’d been a child.
So much has changed.
Sophie felt like a fish out of water, still not able to comprehend how different the world was today compared to how it had been two hundred years ago. Women’s roles had definitely evolved, and they could actually vote, hold important political offices, or be professionals.
Wandering into the bathroom suite, she marveled at the plumbing, sighing as she saw the bath tub, knowing now that she could turn the knobs and it would fill with hot water.
Everything is so much easier.
The human realm was filled with wonders and luxuries that she could have never imagined as a child. She and Zach had lived in poverty during their childhood, but even if they hadn’t, none of these things had existed in their time. The rich had just had far more servants to keep from being inconvenienced with the trivial tasks.
Pulling at the hem of the nightwear, which felt strange to her because it didn’t touch the floor, Sophie went to the bed and crawled between a set of sheets that were so luxurious that she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to get out of bed.
She’d never really had a bed to sleep in, and it felt decadent and wonderful.
Lying next to her, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically, was Kristoff, his chest bare, and the sheets down around his waist. The sleep that Athena had put him into must be working well, because he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t reached out to communicate with her either, even though Athena had said it would be possible.
Tentatively, she put a palm against his chest, marveling at the smooth skin that covered so much muscle. She stroked his hard shoulders and chest before moving downward to trace his well-defined six pack abs with her index finger. Curiously, she followed the line of fine, blond hair that trailed from below his belly button and disappeared underneath the sheet.
“You’re so handsome,” she spoke aloud, turning her attention to his face. In sleep, he looked like he was at peace with the world. His beautiful mane of light blond hair was just long enough to make her itch to run her fingers through it. “Why was I, of all people, chosen to be your radiant ?”
He thinks I’m beautiful. He didn’t even seem to notice my scars. How crazy is that?
Just like Athena had claimed, Kristoff couldn’t seem to see any of her imperfections. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her whole, and Sophie couldn’t stop remembering how the same emotions had surged up inside her when he’d kissed her: the need, the longing, the desperation to have Kristoff claim her. In his unguarded moments, their embrace had been feral and all-consuming.
I have to stop thinking about how I felt when he touched me. He himself told Athena he didn’t want to bond with me.
The thought consumed her with an overwhelming sadness.
She was all wrong for this fierce male, the King
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