“Wyn, stay tonight. Please.”
He let himself go completely limp. “Of course, Star.”
Warmth rushed into me from the endearment. “Thank you.”
Wyn simply kissed my chest, and we didn’t move, nor did I want to. Why would I when everything I wanted was right here?
Chapter 41
Would you possibly?
I stepped out of Monqilcolnen’s shower. We hadn’t done anything last night besides stay close. The intimacy had been so nice, though I wouldn’t say no to fucking now. It was mine and Monqilcolnen’s free day. I fully intended to spend the entire day with Monqilcolnen; he had better not have made other plans, especially with Vorjyn. Even the thought of that man was enough to set my teeth on edge. However, I did have dinner plans, so I supposed Monqilcolnen could spend time with someoneotherthan Vorjyn then.
I heard Monqilcolnen moving around, and I smiled. Curling up to sleep against Monqilcolnen, especially when no sex was involved, made me feel like we were a mated couple… whichshould upset me, or at least terrify me, but it didn’t. It comforted me. He was becoming my home.
In such a short amount of time, I’d changed drastically. Monqilcolnen was certainly responsible, though he was seeming to become more relaxed from my influence. However, that mask he wore never slipped unless it was just us. It might when he was with his cousins… but I didn’t know. I hadn’t spent any time alone with Monqilcolnen and them.
In only a pair of loose white sleep trousers, I stepped into the bedroom. I stretched, eyes closing. “Star, can we do something fun today?”
“He stepped out,” a different voice said.
“Jemtonkilsol,” I said, reaching for a shirt, though I knew my undressed state didn’t bother him. I was lucky there was a shirt to be had. Monqilcolnen was rigorously clean, and I tended to just toss my stuff everywhere. It was finally safe to do so. No one was going to make off with my items, though Monqilcolnen did clean up after me, usually shaking his head.
“Monqilcolnen did accept the session before he left.”
I chuckled. Monqilcolnen used to have his setting set so his parents could ping and appear without permission. That had since changed with me sleeping over here so often. “I figured.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, studying him with a frown. His green scales looked far rougher than when I’d spoken to him only last week. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes. I must say, I’m relieved that you and Monqilcolnen are back together again.”
“Me too,” I replied, ducking my head.
“Dilvonsil will be too.”
Another laugh broke out of me. “They pinged me several times to insist I tell them what had happened.”
Jemtonkilsol chuckled, making me smile. I was so comfortable with both of Monqilcolnen’s parents. It was unexpected, but ohso nice. Monqilcolnen was exceedingly close with them, and if I didn’t get along with his parents, I imagined it would be yet another hurdle between us. We hardly needed more. I had to credit the two of them, though. They both treated me kindly and never questioned why Monqilcolnen and I were together. I was truly lucky he had such understanding parents.
“Where is Monqilcolnen?” I asked, braiding my hair.
“Monqilcolnen’s house god was screaming fiercely,” Jemtonkilsol replied. “He shall return after he has appeased her.”
“He’s feeding her again,” I muttered, eyes darting to the closed door. Monqilcolnen never closed the door unless he wanted to not bother me when I was sleeping. Or when he was feeding Cincin unnecessarily. He couldn’t resist her sad cries. “I keep telling him not to feed her extra. It’s not good for her.”
Laughter made me turn toward the screen. “You two are well suited.”
The door slid open, and Monqilcolnen glanced between me and his father. Leisurely, he took a seat behind me and took over braiding my hair.
“Thank you, Star,” I said.
Jemtonkilsol smiled as he ran his purple gaze over us, but he seemed tired. An air of exhaustion hung around him, and I worried mine and Monqilcolnen’s short separation had worried him excessively.
“Father was just checking on us, but he already knew we’d gotten back together,” Monqilcolnen commented.
“That is a very useful inner fire.”
“It can be, at times,” Jemtonkilsol said, “and at others, it is hard to accept the path before me or those I love. Acceptance is all I can do, though.”
