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)
Reminding myself that he couldn’t lightning me in the bookstore, I stood straighter and focused on the row of books that he’d remember were shelved wrong sooner or later. “I think this is one of the books I’m going to get today.”
And then I’d buy the ebook too so I could have it when I snuck in book breaks at work.
Sometimes that was the only way to get through the day, so I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it…or tattle on myself to my rule-loving Dom.
“That is a fine choice, my Colby.” Praising me like I’d been a wonderful boy didn’t help my confused dick, but I liked making him happy so it was worth the yo-yoing erection problem I was having. “Would you like this to be a book we read together?”
I almost asked him if it would be weird to read a dirty book written by someone he knew…but then I remembered who I was talking to.
“Yes, please.”
He’d have tried to understand the question but he’d have just been confused as he sorted through human social norms he considered strange.
“Once we’ve picked out some fun romances, how about you take me over to the mystery section? You had some good ones.” And snuggling up while he read me a cozy mystery or something like that seemed a good plan.
“Humans have devised endless ways to end a life.” Sounding very cheerful as he talked about murder, Saint reached for a book by another author I knew. “I have a preference for poison as sharp objects promote bleeding in humans.”
“Don’t like the sight of blood?” I should’ve known better.
“It is messy.” Frowning, Saint looked like he’d have shuddered if he were human. “It would require much cleaning. I prefer sticky humans if a mess is to be involved.”
Yep…and the books he was currently picking out made that very clear.
“I like getting sticky with you too.” I shouldn’t have said it…there were entirely too many people wandering around judging by the giggles from the next aisle…but Saint’s snuggly hug made it impossible to be embarrassed.
“It is a way humans show attachment to their mates.” Anything to do with mates was a wonderful thing to Saint. “We will not rush into talk of mates, however. Our conversations will stay within dating and domination-based needs.”
We’d talk about sex and dating.
Great.
Sounded like the girls next to us approved too.
One of us was going to have to remember which topics were appropriate for public and which weren’t.
Chapter 15
Colby
“You have the physical and visual representations of Christmas, my Colby.” He was so excited, I smiled before I realized he was talking about my Christmas decorations. “I am very impressed.”
It wasn’t just empty words either. He seemed in awe of the white lights strung around the ceiling of my living room, and the small tree over in the corner had him sighing like it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
“Thank you.” I managed to get the door to my apartment locked before he picked me up, but it was close. “We need to get you some too.”
For someone who liked the holidays so much, his apartment had been very blank.
Even if he didn’t have much space, we could hang some lights and do a tiny tabletop-sized tree somewhere in his apartment.
“I had not decided what would be appropriate.” Saint might not know what decorations to get, but he wasn’t shy about studying my place. “You have a holder for human shoes. Humans have a fascination with feet decorations. They are not simply for protection.”
Because we were fragile and creative.
“We’ve mastered the art of turning nearly anything and everything into something we can decorate.” Hmm. “I think that has to be part of just being human?”
They didn’t have that, so we couldn’t say it was something that every species did.
“Do you think there is a human book on the subject?” Saint leaned behind my couch, making thinking sounds as he stroked the red blanket I’d gotten last Christmas in an office gift exchange. “We must return to the bookstore for physical information.”
“We can probably go to the library to see if they have anything or maybe we can look online?” I was pretty sure there were sites devoted to academic research too.
“Oh, my Colby.” Holding me out from his body like a naughty toddler, he frowned and looked disappointed in me. “Libraries are for sharing information.”
Yeah?
Oh.
Whole society of isolationist Doms.
Got it.
“You don’t like sharing that, huh? Okay, we’ll see what we can find at the bookstore.” Would used bookstores be worse or better?
“Food is shared for survival and technology is shared for the good of the species.” When I nodded, he looked relieved I understood the problem and cuddled me back against his torso. “Books are to possess and to be the original designer of information.”
Looked like I had a level three book hoarder on my hands…but at least it sounded like being the one to sell a book was fine.