After picking Grace up from work, Ithel made sure she walked into their apartment first. When she did, she was surprised to see a brand-new couch, coffee table, end table, and lamp.
She turned back to Ithel and asked, "You bought all this?"
Ithel nodded, and Grace couldn't stop herself from giving him a massive hug.
At first, Ithel was too stunned to move, but after a moment, he hugged her back.
Grace leaned her head against his shoulder luxuriating in the feel of his broad back, his rock-solid biceps, and his manly scent.
After a brief moment, Grace realized that he probably thought it was pretty weird that she was smelling him, so she jerked back from his shoulder. But, he didn't let go of her.
Their eyes locked, and Grace saw her own desire mirrored in his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, but at the last minute, Ithel turned his head away and said, "I can't."
Grace was embarrassed and confused and a little hurt, so she pulled out of Ithel's arms as she mumbled, "I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to apologize for," said Ithel. "It's just that I have or had a wife."
"And you still love her?"
"I wish I didn't, but I do."
Grace nodded her head unsure what to say.
"You actually remind me of her. You have her eyes, and I mean her exact eyes. After our accident, they were the first thing I saw, and for a moment, I thought I had died. But it isn't just her eyes. You're kind and strong and brave like she was."
Grace didn't know what to say. Her mind was reeling. Finally, she said, "Do you still want to make the fried chicken."
"I do."
"Let me just go change, and we can get started."
As Grace walked towards her bedroom, Ithel stared after her cursing his own cowardice.
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The Last Genie: A Novella
RomanceIthel was having a bad day, a bad year, a bad decade, and an even worse century. Being a genie is definitely not all it's cracked up to be. But then, Grace a sweet, religious, but insecure young nurse saves his life. Will Grace be able to break Ithe...
