“So, am I meeting your family?”
“Seriously?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Just because I sucked your dick the day we met doesn’t mean I’m introducing you to the family on our first date.”
I felt my cheeks flush. My pants grew a little tighter, causing my cheeks to burn more.
He leaned closer to me across the cab of the truck, his voice warm. “While I am saying no to family introductions this evening, I’m not ruling out biblical relations.”
“Classy.”
He nodded smugly. “Oh, I know.”
“So, what do I need to know about a party full of fairies? Any protocols I should be aware of or customs I should know about so I don’t offend anyone?”
Schwint let out a little laugh. “As long as you don’t go around trying to pluck their wings off, I think you’ll be fine.”
I opened my mouth to ask about what kind of food to expect, but he cut me off.
“No more. Just trust me a bit. I wouldn’t have thought of this place for our first date if I didn’t think you were going to have fun, but you’re going to stress so much that you’ll pass out, never mind being able to enjoy yourself. Besides, it’s my turn to ask a billion and one questions.” The teasing glint was gone from his face.
I grinned at him. “If you’re going to ask me if you can give me head in a traffic jam, the answer is no.”
“I wasn’t going to ask that. But if I did, the answer would be yes. We both know that.”
The person behind us slammed on their horn, causing me to jump. I hadn’t noticed the car in front of me had moved up an entire six feet before stopping again. Schwint looked out the rear window of the cab and jovially wriggled his fingers—a better “fuck you” than flipping the bird any day.
Gradually easing onto the gas pedal, I closed the tiny gap and applied the brakes.
Schwint turned back from the window after following his finger wave with actually flipping the bird. “So, you said you talked to your folks. Did you tell them about our date?”
I avoided the question. “The past couple days have been spill-all-Finn’s-guts time. Trust me, it’s been a lot of fun.”
His already large yellow eyes grew even more rounded. “You told them about everything? The square, Spor, the sex?”
“I told them about the Square. I didn’t specifically mention the Spor or the sex.” I gave a shudder. “I love my family more than anything, but there are lines we don’t need to cross.”
Schwint gave a “hmph” noise from across the cab.
I turned to him. “What? You’ve already told your family all about watching the guy you’re going on a date with get spit roasted?”
He let out an explosive laugh. If he’d been drinking something, it would have been spewed all over the windshield. “Spit roasted? Is that an approved term?”
I kept my eyes on the stationary line of cars and ignored him.
“And to answer your question, no, I haven’t told my family about your sexcapades at the Square. I haven’t spoken to them in a couple of weeks, but if I had and the topic came up, I wouldn’t be all evasive about it or anything.”
“Really?” I was having a difficult time picturing Schwint with a family. He was one of those guys who it was hard to imagine being part of a family unit. Hard to picture him as a little kid growing up. He’d just always been him, always been this adult version of himself.
He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? We’re fairies.” As if that explained everything. “How did your family take it hearing that you were going on a date with a fairy?”
I thought for a moment, trying to find a way to not answer, then gave up. “You know, I don’t think I brought it up. Why?”
His look darkened, and his voice took on a cautious quality. “Kinda the same thing as not wanting to tell them about your activities at the Square?”
Confused, I looked over. “No, not at all. Why would I care about them knowing you’re a fairy?”
He stared, unfocussed, out the windshield. “Most witches I know wouldn’t want their kid getting involved with a fairy.”
“Why not? If anything, I’d think it would be the other way around. You’re a pureblood species. According to the Vampire Cathedral, that would put you above witches in terms of desirability.”
