With strawberry spikes and sliced banana scales.
As the song ends, Castor frees a sigh and fumbles a moment to locate the pause button on his phone.
Then, it is silent, and the bed sways, and I’m looking at his smile while I hold what seems to be my breakfast.
Is it worth crunching eggshells in an effort to see where my limits with this man lie?
Maybe,just maybe, his breaking point will lie far, far outside anything I would ever do, and I can exist in peace for the rest of my days?
Or maybe he’ll snap my neck in a fit of rage.
Mm. Yeah. The pros and cons on this one are rather unappetizing, aren’t they?
Best not to press it until I have more information.
“You…made this?” I ask.
He grins, lifting his fingers into a heart shape. “With love.”
Yeah, yeah, okay, sure. With “love” andskill.
I mean.
These are very clearly dinosaurs.
I could not manage this with both my eyes. If he did it blindfolded, I’ll admit I’m impressed.
My spine arches when his fingers graze my back. The next thing I know, he’s toying with strands of my hair. The sensory experience is lost in a zone betweenI’d rather shave my head than let this continueandplease don’t ever, ever stop.
“Have you any desires I might be able to fulfill today, Mine?”
Is theMinething really going to stick?
I’d chafe at the ownership if it weren’t my own fault.
Soft affection is safe, and if his idea ofowninglands heavily onprotectinglike it seems to, I’ll be okay as long as I don’t ever indicate that I like something else more than him or the things he provides for me.
So, you know. No pressure. Totally…safe.
If his reaction to my awe of the moth prince’s castle last night is any indication, envy is on my list of things to be careful of. Lucky for me stroking egos is on my resume. Or, at least, it should be. Instead, my resume is full of pictures of me in my underwear. And those pictures are all over the world at any given time.
I suppose, with that knowledge, there are worse things than having a powerful faerie soulmate who seems willing to burn the world for me…
I might need that kind of fire to cleanse me of my past.
Come on,me, we can make the most of this.
Setting the tray down, I lie back, resting my head on his shoulder and turning my face to meet his. My nose grazes his cheek, which promptly floods crimson, so I adjust myself slightly and ask, “Do you have any desires?”
“We…” He frees a short breath then clears his throat. “We could go shopping. Razah suggested I should give you an opportunity to get things that are familiar. To help this place feel like home.”
The last thing I want is for anywhere to feel like thehomeI know.
That said, getting some things is probably in my best interests…
My mother didn’t like the idea that my periods might interfere with casting calls or chance leaks during jobs, so I’ve been on the shot for years. Because of…the wedding…and Rodrick’s potential interest in…heirs…my mother said whether or not I continued my birth control was up to him.
I’m due to run out soon.
