Hire someone? Like a prostitute? Wouldn't that make it dirty? Makaria didn't know how she felt about that, but maybe it was fine. Freyr had had a lot of sex in his long life, and was it very different if someone got money for it? (It felt different. Makaria would never have sex for a job. It would feel wrong.)
"Apollo would starting thinking thoughts about me, I'd be worried. I wouldn't like him smiling at me like he 'knows' things."
But Freyr was so easy and so willing to help her with this whole idea, and so Makaria smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. "I love you, Freyr," she told him, reveling in the way his lips and hers just felt so right.