Elves age slowly, but that didn’t keep him from growing up from a boy into a young man. It had been five years since he had healed my sister. It took her three years to regain the strength that went with her poise.

I had become so close to him. To him, it probably wasn’t love, but it was almost love. To me it was love.

I invited him into my bed. I wrapped my bare arms around his back, he placed his hands on my breasts, I felt his breath against my neck.

I loved it. I loved him. He loved it, but he didn’t quite love me.

Making love to him wasn’t my only mistake, but it was most likely my greatest one.