#Chapter 42 Detente

Caspian's POV I can't recall ever feeling nervous about talking to a girl. It's always been completely natural, not that I ever had to put in much effort. I'm used to women falling at my feet, so I'm not really sure how to handle this strange trepidation. It's especially odd feeling this way about someone with whom I'm already in a relationship. Perhaps that's why I feel so anxious, I never cared about what happened with those other girls, but this is my mate. Her opinion, her happiness is everything to me. It takes a few minutes for Viviane to answer the door when I knock, and she looks a bit startled to see me. She's dripping wet, fresh out of a shower and wearing nothing but a thin robe. I sweep inside and shut the door before her unvarnished scent can travel to the guards in the hallway, then pull her close to indulge in the delicious scent. My little mermaid squeaks and tenses up when I kiss her. She's wound tight as a spring, her response so tentative I pul