“Is there milk at home?”
“Yes.”
“Yay!”
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Seymour woke up in Sariel’s bed with Day snuggled in their arms and Sariel’s wings wrapped around them. Day had demanded every drop of milk in the house last night, followed by every cookie and lots of snuggles.
There were also blankets.
Oh, and multiple pillows.
Day snored softly, her purring underscoring each rumble, and Sariel drifted silently.
Seymour smiled as he watched them, and he wondered if either of them really needed to sleep since they weren’t human. Maybe it was about comfort, feeling normal, or something else like that he couldn’t quite grasp.
And yes, it was very cuddly and nice, but it was also hot as hell.
Seymour slowly and carefully tried to extricate himself from the bed.
The moment he lifted Sariel’s wing, Sariel’s eyes opened.
“Oh. Hey.” Seymour grinned. “Sorry, was tryin’ to let you sleep.”
“I do not actually sleep.” Sariel smiled warmly. “I merely… Hmm. Rest.”
“Well, I was tryin’ to let you do that.” Seymour kissed Sariel’s lips before he peeled himself away, yawning. “Sorry. It’s hot and I gotta piss.”
“Would you like breakfast?”
“Yeah, uh… Anything’s fine. Thank you.” Seymour got to his feet and stretched, his shoulders and neck popping. “Damn.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, just sore. From all the fightin’ and the fuckin’.” Seymour smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine, Daddy.”
“After you have your piss, I will heal you.”
“You don’t reallyhave a piss. You gotta take one. Or I reckon you could havetopiss. Anyway. Now I really gotta go!” Seymour laughed, heading into the bathroom.
He used the toilet, washed up, and he heard a ding from the bedroom. He recognized the sound as his text message notification, and he grimaced. He really,reallyhoped it wasn’t Zolrya wanting a trip to Burger King.
There was another ding.
Huh.
The sound was the standard bell chime that was the default for most phones, but there was something about the tone that was oddly familiar beside the obvious. Yes, it was the same olddingthat it always was, but that wasn’t it. There was a new element giving him the strangest sensation of deja vu, but he couldn’t figure out why. It could have been because he was trying to wake up and not yet rotating on all cylinders, but…
Maybe it was nothing.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
Scruffy, tired, definitely needed a shave. He was still wearing the clothes Zolrya had gifted to him, including the sunflower corsage that may or may not have been a person at some point, but he tried not to think about that. He looked damn good.
Ruggedly handsome, charming…
