Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“You’re very clever.”
“No, just have too much time on my hands.” Melody wrings out my uniform and then holds it out to me. “If you don’t want to wear it wet, I can put it out in the sunshine to dry but it might take a few hours.”
I’ve forgotten just how naked I am. How small the towel is. My tail thrashes with embarrassment and I want to cover myself with my hands. “I will wear it wet.”
“Okay, but if you’re feeling weird about things, I’ve seen all the heat you’re packing already.” She twirls a finger at my groin. “Remember?”
I take the wet uniform from her and clutch it in front of me, not sure what to say to that. “I am…sorry if I disappointed you.”
Her eyes go wide. She’s quiet for a long moment. “You’re joking, right?”
“I am not.”
“Your dick is perfect, okay? So let’s just get that out of the way.” She leans a hand on the counter and gives me a baffled look. “Is it big enough to rearrange my digestive tract? No. But I’m human. We’re made smaller than your kind, and your cock is absolutely the perfect size for me. You must be…what. Seven, eight inches?”
My ears get hotter. “I do not know what an inch is.”
“Okay, well, your dick is perfect. Human-sized and perfect and just big enough. I’ve thought about it a lot. So please don’t stress over that.”
Human-sized and perfect. Not something I’d expect to hear about myself, but I appreciate her attempt to make me relax. “Thank you. I think.”
Her hands flutter in the air. “Shit. Here I am going on about your dick and we’re supposed to be friends only. I hope I didn’t make things weird.”
“It is not weird, and I am glad you find my body pleasing.”
“Oh god, so pleasing.” Her hands flutter again, as if she’s chasing away thoughts that buzz like insects. “Okay, officially done talking about this. I’m going to head up the stairs while you dress. Give you some privacy.”
She sprints to the steps and races away while I clutch the wet uniform that smells of her soap. To think that she wanted to reassure me about my form after how I’ve treated her. She has a kind heart.
I glance down at my cock. Human-sized, indeed.
CHAPTER
TEN
MELODY
I’m completely flustered as I stand in the hall, trying to compose myself. It’s a miracle that he stayed behind. That he wants to be friends. That he isn’t giving up on the idea of “us”…so why the fuck did I go on and on about how great his cock was and how perfect the size of it was? God, he’s going to think I’m such a weirdo.
It was just…he looked so uncomfortable in his own skin. I wanted to let him know how attractive I find him. How much I enjoy all his parts.
Weirdo. Total weirdo.
I mentally kick myself for a bit longer, pacing at the top of the stairs. The door opens a few minutes later, and then Brux comes out, wearing his soaked uniform. It’s clean now, but the fabric clings to every muscle on his body, and it just reminds me how mouth-watering he is. God, I need to make myself a vibrator so I can use it instead of harassing him about the size of his “perfect cock,” poor guy.
“Thank you,” he says in that solemn way of his. “For cleaning my uniform.”
“Of course. It was my fault.” I offer him a smile and hope he doesn’t run for the hills now.
He hesitates, then looks around at the hallway to the boarding house. I’m tucked away at the back near the area we’re using as an impromptu mud room, since that’s not a thing with most aliens. There’s a lot of boots and rain cloaks on hooks surrounding us, and the hall feels a tiny bit claustrophobic for me, so I can only imagine how it feels for him. “You live here?”
“Not right here, no. I live upstairs.” I point at the ceiling. Then I decide to push a little. “You want to see?”
“I can’t stay long right now.” He gestures at his uniform. “Work. But…I would like to see, yes.”
I try not to get too excited about that, but I can’t help but beam at him. “That’s totally fine! If you want to come back later tonight, you can just show yourself up. Let me show you my rooms.”
I resist the urge to grab his hand as I lead him through the boarding house. Brux has made it clear that he needs things to go slow, so I’m going to go slow even if it kills me. Before slavery beat me down, I was an impulsive person, and five years on Risda hasn’t changed that much. Even now I jump ahead on things too quickly. I’m determined not to mess this up with Brux again, though.