“It is good to see you, as well.” I offer him a handshake, but it is as if he starts to hug me.
So I start to hug him, but he’s already offering to shake my hand, and then he laughs.
“Sorry,” he says. “Hug, or handshake?”
“A hug would not be objectionable.”
Thus, we hug.
It is definitelynotobjectionable. I find I enjoy it far more than I realized I would. Perhaps I did not recognize how much I long for the touch of others until now.
When we finally step apart, he motions to the restaurant entrance. “Don’t suppose you’ll let me buy you dinner tonight, huh?”
“You do not have to buy me dinner, Davies. I am here because I wish to be.”
“It’s just I don’t normally meet someone like you.”
I shove away the confused rush of emotions that swirl in with the memory of Fullstein’s warning to me. “I do not normally meet someone like yourself, either. Perhaps another night I will let you buy me dinner, and then I can return the favor.” We head inside.
“You know, among humans, buying a dinner is sort of like a gift.”
“You said that last night.” I take the offered tablet from the Onyx greeter manning the entrance tonight, scan the contract, and sign where indicated. “But we have just met, and I am not yet certain gifts would be appropriate at this early state of our friendship.”
Davies smiles. “Okay. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Chapter Nine
Davies
I mean, it’s not like I think I’m going to get Olarte into bedtonight. I’ve already accepted that I won’t. I think I yanked my cock damn near raw today while beating off to more human/Pfahrn porn.
But I’m feeling a lot calmer tonight than I did last night.
No jittery nerves to make me act like a blithering idiot. I’m hoping I can hold up my end of the conversation with them now.
Except…
When I hug them, there’s that scent again,theirscent, and it makes my cock twitch with interest.
Fuck.
I’m convinced it’s their natural scent and not some sort of product they’re using.
Once we’re seated at a table and have our menus, I lean in and drop my voice. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but has anyone ever told you that you smell good?”
“Thank you. No one has ever told me that, but I do not think it sounds weird. You do not smell objectionable, either.”
“I mean, there’s something about the way you smell that I…respond to.” I’m watching their eyes as I say it. Did I mention their eyes are this gorgeous dark golden color? Sort of like an amber honey. Human’s eyes aren’t that color. Not naturally.
They make a gesture a little like a shrug. “I presume it is natural pheromones. I am glad that it is not objectionable to your senses.”
We have another pleasant dinner with the conversation just as enjoyable as last night’s. That wasn’t a fluke, apparently.
“Have you decided if you’re going down to Pfahrn yet?” they ask as we’re waiting to pay our bills.
“Not yet.” I take a sip of water. “To be honest, I was hoping to wait and time my first visit to the planet to when you could be there.”
They cock their head. “Really?”
