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)
Well, that seemed to be one thing off his to-worry-about list.
“I do pretty good most of the time.” It just wasn’t fun cooking for one person. “We’ll have to talk about what kinds of human food you like so I can make you dinner when we’re over here.”
I thought that was an easy topic until he shifted me around to look at my face.
Oops.
“I like cooking.” Yep, that was better. It got me an indulgent smile. “It’d make me feel nice to be able to do it for you sometimes.”
“Many humans are natural caretakers.” He was mostly talking to himself, but I nodded anyway. “Human submissives thrive on having a variety of ways to please their dominant partners.”
If any of them ran into a true service sub, that might end up giving one of them an ulcer if it wasn’t handled right.
“Yes.” Saint wasn’t typical, though, so I wasn’t too worried. “And it’s a way human partners show romantic intentions.”
“Romance is important for building bonds in humans.” Saint said it like he’d read that fact in a book, but he’d already done lots of incredibly sweet things for me. “Bonds can be slower to grow between humans, so providing socially acceptable ways to build them is important.”
He really didn’t seem to understand why humans weren’t constantly groping each other in public.
“It’s like cuddling and being held.” Nuzzling against him, I smiled when he made an understanding sound. “But just the interactive or conversational version of it.”
Were there any relationship books that really explained human dating and not just gave a cute overview of how to communicate and not be a dick to your partner?
“I am very romantic.” He was confident about that as he snuggled me closer. “We ate at a restaurant and I fed you dessert after our evening of physical pleasures. I even introduced you to what humans would consider my friends.”
Well, yeah, he had been romantic.
“We had a bath and you got me all clean in the shower too, and there’s been a lot of physical pleasure.” What else? “Oh, and you bought my books at the store. That was very sweet.”
He’d also been really stubborn about them going back to his place, though. It seemed to be his way of making sure I knew where I belonged because when I’d asked about it, he’d just patted my head and said I could play with them when we came back.
Saint perked up as the list of his accomplishments got longer. “Providing you with entertainment and educational sexual material is my pleasure, my Colby.”
He was adorable.
And really sexy when he held me down and made me come.
“Thank you.” Giving him a kiss on the cheek, since he was busy analyzing my box of mac-n-cheese, I went back to snuggling against him. “I had fun and I’m going to enjoy taking care of you in different ways too.”
Once I figured out what those were going to be.
“We will list caretaking options if you wish.” The pleased sound in his voice made me feel a bit like a puppy he was patting on the head for being cute, but there were worse things than having a boyfriend who thought I was adorable.
“Yes, please.” I’d already started thinking about that when one tentacle skimmed over a box of brownie mix and slowed down to go back to it. “Would you like us to bring that back and we can make it together?”
His kitchen was small but it was functional, and we couldn’t ask the human helper to find me dessert every time I stayed over.
“Yes. That is a good idea, my Colby.” His words said good but his tone and the way he’d started petting me said he was thinking about something.
So I just waited.
He was about as subtle as a sledgehammer, so I knew it wouldn’t take long.
It didn’t.
One box of brownies and two bags of chips later, he finally decided to get it out. “Humans have very strict social norms surrounding the transplantation of personal objects.”
He must’ve been nervous for the sentence to come out so interestingly.
“Yeah, we don’t just randomly leave our stuff at other people’s houses.” I was pretty sure that was what he meant, but I was glad when I got a very human nod. “So you’re wanting to make sure that I understand what signals I’m sending you when I bring over stuff like food from the pantry, the Christmas stuff, and some clothes?”
Not a surprise, considering he’d tried to poke at it several times already.
“Yes, my human.” Saint had read enough romance novels to pat me on the head, though. “You are not ready to discuss such topics. However—”
Ugh.
However.
“Thank you for understanding that.” Hmm. “I haven’t always made good decisions when something happens quickly.”
If I’d been a little, I’d have just shoved a binkie in my mouth and ignored everything else around me.