“Oh, the massive furniture and utensils all make sense now. How tall are you?” I asked, curious.
“About seven feet naturally, but my illusion brings me down closer to six foot six. But mostly, it reduces the fur and the feet and the bulk. And in the winter, it removes the blue from my skin.”
“Why only in the winter?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “My particular family line changes fur color when it gets cold.”
I gawked at him. “You mean like a fox?” I asked, surprised.
He chuckled. “Yes. In the summer, my fur is brown so I blend into the trees better. And as for what to call me, yeti is fine. Or sasquatch. We’re technically the same thing, just from different parts of the world. And most ’squatches don’t have the white fur in winter, but it depends on the family.”
“Oh, so like humans. We’re all humans, no matter what our skin tone or our features. But some tan in the summer, and some of us turn into lobsters.”
“You got it. I don’t even mind Bigfoot.” He stuck out his foot and raised a brow.
“Yeah, they are pretty big. And now I know what they say about men with big feet is true.” I couldn’t help but giggle as I ran my hand down his forearm again. “So that means I should trust what I feel and not what I see.”
“I’m not sure. I know the illusion extends to touch when it has to. What do you feel right now?”
“Fur.” I ruffled it, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers.
“And what do you see?”
“Skin.” I made a face. “It’s kind of weird, actually. Feeling and seeing different things.”
“Did I feel human to you before?” he asked, a quizzical look on his face.
“You did. Feel human, I mean. And I touched you everywhere. Except…”
“What?”
“Well, when you were going down on me this morning, I could have sworn your shoulder felt furry against my leg. But I didn’t know what you were then, and I thought maybe you were a bear shifter or something and… Yeah.”
“Interesting.” He pulled me into his embrace. “And how about now? Does my chest feel furry?”
I nestled my face into his chest. And he was definitely furry. And I loved the way he felt. I inhaled deeply. I loved the way he smelled too. My face warmed when I realized I was being a total weirdo and sniffing the guy.
“You’re definitely furry. But you’re asking like you can’t control it. Isn’t it your magic?”
“The only control I have is off or on,” he said. “Sometimes it makes me blend into the trees. But most of the time, it turns mehuman. It does what it thinks is best, but it can’t add clothes. And I’ve never really explored the extent of the illusion before.”
“Do you think maybe it stopped giving me the physical touch illusion because it knew I didn’t mind?”
“You don’t?”
“Nope. Not at all. You’re really soft.” I rubbed my cheek against him.
Mmm. He smelled so freaking good. I buried my face in his chest again and inhaled. Then froze, realizing what I was doing.
Ugh! Why was I so embarrassing?
“Sorry. I’m being weird. But you smell so good.”
He grinned. “That’s not weird at all. You smell amazing to me, and if I could, I’d sniff you all day long.” He bent and pressed his nose to my head, sniffing. “Smell me anytime you like. It’s only natural that we enjoy each other’s scents because we’re—” He suddenly stiffened.
“What?” I looked around, suddenly worried. And now that I thought of it, he did come in here ready to fight.
“It’s nothing.”
