“What's so humorous?”
“You. The way you see things and, well, experience things. Stuff I've never thought about.” I shrugged. “I guess that makes sense, what with you experiencing all of this for the first time. But your perspective gives something so basic, like a pair of tighty whities, an entirely new spin.”
“Tighty whities?”
The way he said the words made them sound absurd. They are absurd, aren't they? So, I laughed again. “That's just slang for that type of underwear. Because they're snug and white.”
“Ah. I see.”
“And now that you've pointed it out, I agree it does feel like I'm being held. But with my jeans on over them, I don't really notice.” I glanced at the jeans he wore. “I'm surprised you're more interested in the underwear than the outerwear.”
“These are not to my liking.” Kaspian frowned at the denim. “They feel like a commoner's trousers.”
I laughed again. “They're very popular here and can actually range in price from the affordable—which I bought you since I'm not rich—to the extravagant. But you're right. They began as work clothes because the fabric is so hardy.”
“Then why are they popular?”
“Because people discovered that after a few washes, the fabric gets really comfortable. You gotta break them in, and then you'll like them. Trust me. And there are ways to cut jeans and design them to flatter the body. Especially the ass.”
He considered this. He considered it for so long that I looked over at him. Kaspian was looking at me. Low.
I cleared my throat.
Kaspian met my stare. “Yes, they look good on you. And I noticed the way they defined your ass. I will give these pants more time so that I might adjust to them.”
I gaped at him.
“Demetrius!”
I slammed on the brakes before I hit the stopped car in front of me. Then I waved apologetically at the startled woman staring at me through her rearview mirror.
“Shit,” I whispered.
“I've spoken too familiarly with you.”
“No, it's fine.”
“I don't think it is.” He grimaced. “I was trying to flatter you.”
“Oh, you did.”
“Then, why are you upset? Do you not enjoy having sex with men?”
I flinched as he should have done earlier, jerking my head toward him as my eyes went wide.
“Ah. Well, that's a shame. I was hoping to fuck you.”
I let out a little squeak.
Kaspian frowned at me. “Have I offended you now? Are humans of this world so savage that they don't find pleasure in the same sex?”
“No,” I whimpered. Then I cleared my throat. “Uh, I, um. We do find pleasure . . . uh. Actually, Ionlyenjoy sex with men.”
“Oh?” Kaspian brightened. “Do you prefer to give or receive?”
“Um.”
A horn blared, and I jerked my attention forward. The light had turned green. I started driving again. This time, focusing more on the road than Kaspian.
