Making a soft noise that wasn't quite a moan, Cassandra brushed her hair away from her face. "Yes." It was quite the question. Frankly, sleep seemed absurd right now. Every nerve ending was singing. Which she was sure, she'd later think was a ridiculous analogy. But now wasn't later. Now was now. And now was incredible.

She rolled onto her back, looking up at him.

Apollo was so utterly beautiful.

"Three," she said quietly. "A record."

Vaguely, she wondered if it was as much a record for him as it was for her. Fidelity had never been one of his fortes. But things were changing now, so that didn't bother her nearly as much as it used to.