him, “Are you married?” she asked, making him sit up to meet her gaze.
“No, I told you I was a widower. Why ask this?”
“You never stay, I only see you at night. I can’t reach you during the day.”
“I have to sleep sometime.” He joked.
“I’m serious, what is with you?” she said.
“I have a rare condition. I am allergic to sunlight. It could be potentially fatal if I am exposed to it, so I live on an opposite schedule than most of the world. I sleep during the day and work at night.”
“You’re not working now.”
“You think this isn’t work?” he said taking her down to the mattress and tickling her until she gave up and they resumed the sex and after resumed the talking.
“You should have told me sooner, it all makes sense now.”
“Well it’s not that I go around announcing it.” He said. Guilty feeling crept in as he told her the distorted truth of his “condition”.
“Does it make you feel like an outcast?” she asked.
“No, there are others like me out there.”
“What about a cure?”
“None yet, someday perhaps, I’ve tried several radical therapies, none have been successful.” He said. He thought about the vast difference his immortality and her humanness, two worlds forbidden to be together. Rules that his kind enforced with no tolerance for reasons or explanations, members that would kill them both if they were ever to be discovered. He looked at his watch and kissed her forehead.
“I have to go.” He said standing and pulling up black Levi’s, a stark contrast to his perfect white skin which sported red track marks down his back. Annasara rolled over propping her self up on one elbow and asked,
“Coming over tomorrow?”
“Sorry, I can’t, but the next day I will have something special for you.”
She climbed to her knees and put her hands around his neck playfully, “Tell me what is it and I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Kiss first.” He said and she gave him one. “It’s a surprise.” She tisked at him and went back under the covers. Pulling them slowly back, he crawled over her and kissed her goodbye properly.
“Maybe I will have one for you too.” She said. “You will.” He said reading her mind, her surprise the same as his, telling each other I love you.
“Love between humans and our kind is never allowed!” The elder Rohian said pounding his fist on the wooden table the convention sat behind. Triton hung his head and lifted it when Nala spoke ordering him to keep telling his tale. His voice distant and sad, Triton continued. “We never got to say those words to each other that night.”
Chapter Twelve
As Triton slipped quietly from Annasara’s warm sheets careful not to awaken her, he dressed and left. Pretending to be asleep, Annasara kept her charade until she heard the front door close. She could not let another night go by without knowing where he returned to every time he left. If she knew the truth, she could sleep better after he left nightly.
Red taillights illuminated her face as she drove the rental car behind Triton’s, keeping a safe distance as not to alarm him. Triton’s sedan pulled to a stop at the lone street light. The drive seemed far from the city, tucked just out the limits and in a desolate wooded area. Annasara pulled the brim of the ball cap down to conceal her identity as