Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Forgot the audience.
Trying not to groan in embarrassment that time, I buried my face against his torso and dragged one of the larger tentacles over my head. I didn’t get much sympathy but he did give me a pat as I gave him more human drama and whispered, “I forgot they could hear. What did they say?”
I was hoping he’d deny hearing any conversations.
He didn’t.
“Several immediately understood the human response which is a refusal to wake. It shows they are ready for their own human. Unfortunately, several responses indicated worry. They are not ready for the human reaction called drama.”
So you had to be able to tell a dramatic sub from one who was truly emotional before they’d encourage you to go find one of your own?
Made sense to me.
“You knew I was just being dramatic, so you teased me.” I managed not to laugh but it was close. “The human helper threat was a good one.”
His bubbly laughter said he was very pleased with himself.
“You are stubborn, my Colby.” Rubbing my back, he puffed and wiggled as he snuggled me tighter. “We must discuss food and hydrate you. Humans are delicate and you consumed much energy in your pleasures.”
Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong.
But did he even have food?
That question made me curious enough to lift my head and look over at his tiny and very empty-looking kitchen. “You won’t let me have brownies for breakfast.”
I was pretty sure that was all he had and his shocked inhale said that was an insane thought.
As I giggled, he shook his head and did his frustrated human impression. “No. That is not proper nutrition for my human.”
I decided not to tell him I’d had ice cream for breakfast twice last week.
He probably wouldn’t understand that adding peanuts on top made it healthy.
“There is a communal space called a dining hall which provides a variety of edible material for meals.” He paused, making me want to giggle again. “There is a dining hall which provides a variety of meal options for both our species.”
“Good editing, my Saint.” Kissing his cheek to hopefully distract him, I wiggled and sighed to signal more drama. “But what about coffee? I might be good and stop grumbling if I can have caffeine.”
It was his turn to be dramatic.
“Providing neurotoxins to boost mood is not healthy.” Saint paused, making me realize he hadn’t been talking to me. “Logic does not reach that conclusion.”
The neighbors.
Great.
Were they going to talk him into coffee or out of it?
I was voting into it based on the frown on his face.
“Withdrawal.”
He sighed.
Yes!
Neurotoxins for the win.
“Consensus is moderation with humans and addicting substances.” He wasn’t happy with it but someone had pointed out we were assholes when we went through withdrawal.
“Just one.” Giving him a quick peck, I tried to look happier since looking dramatic didn’t seem to be the best plan. “Then I’ll have water.”
That was what I usually did anyway, so it was easy to sound truthful.
“I will accept that deal as long as it comes with morning food that has nutritional value.” Two smaller tentacles crossed over his torso like he was folding his arms. “Donuts are not considered of value.”
Well, it depended on what we were considering valuable.
“I understand.” That wasn’t a bad tradeoff. “I will not ask for junk.”
“The human art of grumbling would apply in this situation. However, I value clear communication.” He looked like he was starting to question that decision, though.
Time for a distraction.
“What kind of food do they serve?” I was brilliant. He perked right up and switched gears. Giving me information was more fun than practicing the human art of grumbling. “We had a big dinner but I’m going to be hungry before too long.”
And I really needed caffeine if I was going to pretend to be a morning person to keep him from worrying.
“There is a significant variety.” Picking me up, Saint climbed off the bed as he started explaining how breakfast would work. “Humans prefer to consume eggs for breakfast and many have adapted to that preference. There are also meats and a product called oatmeal.”
His head cocked as he took me into the bathroom. “There is great debate over the texture.”
I managed not to laugh out loud but he must’ve realized how funny I found it because he frowned at me. “Slime is no laughing matter, my Colby.”
He definitely wasn’t helping, but I managed to get better control of myself. “Sorry, my Saint.”
Ignoring how pleased he was at that, I kissed his cheek and decided to keep distracting him. “Are we going to shower together this morning? I usually start my day getting clean because it helps my brain wake up.”
Bingo.
“You were highly frustrated that morning had come, my Colby.” Setting me down in front of the toilet, Saint just grabbed my dick and pointed it at the bowl like there was nothing interesting about it. “Do many humans come in this variation?”