The clock on the mantel above the crackling fireplace ticked softly in the silent apartment, counting down the minutes to the time when he would come join the young woman who was staring intently in the soft, licking flames. Micah sat on her black couch, her hand against her chest as she was lost in thought. She had run into him again, the man who took her innocence so many years ago. The man who stole her heart and the only man who could make her feel so complete and whole. She bit her lower lip softly, thinking about the afternoon.

Damien had managed to cause her heart to race, her body to heat up and his words and actions made her remember a time when he was all she ever wanted. The young Demigod sighed and stood, her open palm facing the fire, calling it to her hand before sending it around the room, lighting the candles and warming the room. How she wished to remember if his fingers and lips felt as hot and soothing as the licking flames in her palm.

She had told him to come by the apartment later tonight, around nine. That way she would have time to freshen herself up and calm down. Not that it would have mattered anyway, he would stir the fire that burned in soft embers in the depths of her soul; his fingers causing the burning embers to spread through every small inch of her body. The sound of knocking on the door made Micah jump, causing her to accidentally send the fire back to its brothers as she stared at the door. She looked down at her tight black tank top and the small black shorts before looking at the clock; it was nine and she had been so lost in her thoughts that she had forgotten to make herself presentable.

Slowly, she walked towards the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, almost hesitating. It was just Damien, the man she had been in love with since she was a teenager; the man who stole her innocence that one summer day. She pulled open the door and smiled, her eyes locking with the man her soul cried out for.

Come in, Damien.