She rolls off me, cuddles up to my side, resting her head on my chest. I gasp in relief, my skin still retaining the warmth of her body as her muscles tightened around me and she becomes absorbed in the pleasure. I can't see her aura, yet I can feel the tension of millennia dissipate inside her. Even if only for a brief moment. It touches me deeply that I can give her the calm in the storm of everyday life.

Minutes pass, my body grows cold, and then these thoughts fade. My soul is like a broken glass; no matter how much passion I fill it with, it all flows over me without a trace. Until only emptiness remains.

I wonder if our intercourses leave a deeper impression in her.

“ Mm-hmm. I feel better now. Really.”

I don't know what to say.

Freeing myself from the grip of her arms and round breasts, I sit on the edge of the bed. Putting on my shirt and trousers, fastening my belt. I flick my hair at my mobile phone on the dresser, look at the time; 8:30pm.

I softly brush my fingers through the wavy blue hair of the woman in the bed.

“Jev, your flight leaves in half an hour. Come, I'll take you to the airport.”

She pulls the blanket over her head and covers it with a pillow, but now she answers in a man's voice:

“Leave me be…”

I ignore it; she'll wake up anyway. She got up last year too.

With a sigh, she crawls out of bed and opens the wardrobe. She could turn her skin into clothes, but when she meets too many people, it's harder to control her abilities, so she plays it safe. Slowly, worriedly, she puts on a T-shirt emblazoned with her logo, a fur hoodie that has become almost iconic. I watch as her breasts recede, her hair straightens, her face reshapes.

“Why? Why today of all days must that mortal wench go to the library? She hasn't been out of her room for two whole months, she really should have stayed a bit longer.” He pouts.

“I'll be there with you tomorrow night. I promise.”

He puts on one of the straps of his backpack. As if with the bag, he now has double the worry I've got rid of. I can understand; the crowd that awaits him is taxing on a dragon's mind.

“Thanks for reminding me.”

I take the helmet, voluntarily for once.

There is a few things I want to avoid at all cost, bursting into the public consciousness as Metamorph’s lover is definitely one of them.