“Finn?”
I let the thought go, focusing on Jasina. “You’re awake?”
“Mmmmm,” she hums, clearly not. “Are you leaving?”
“Not yet.”
She stirs now, turning over and scooting closer to me. I’m sitting up a little. She places her head on my stomach. Instinctively, I start playing with her hair. Twisting it around in my finger.
“Sorry I fell asleep so fast last night.”
She sucks in a big breath and makes a monumental effort to open her eyes. Smiling, she says, “It’s OK. I was tired too. How was it, though? Did anything hurt?”
“Hurt?” I shake my head. “No. Nothing hurt.” And then, a memory. “I got a shot. That’s pretty much it. I mean, they did tests, too. But those came back…” Another memory. “Well… they came back perfect. Xi showed me—explained all the results. And he said he’s never seen a more suitable candidate for augmentation.”
Jasina sits up a little. “That’s great. How do you feel?”
My jitters fade with the return of the memories. And I’m about to shrug and say, nothing’s different. But this is when I realize,everythingfeels different.
“Finn?”
“Yeah, sorry. It’s just…” I look down at her, taking in all her beauty. God, she’s pretty. “It’s just… I dunno. I’m just starting to feel itright now. I was too exhausted to notice anything yesterday, but now…”
She sits up a little more. Brows crinkled. “Now what? You’re starting to worry me.”
“Oh, it’s nothing bad. Nothing to worry about. It’s just…” I flex my biceps, looking down at the muscle.
“Ummm…” Jasina says. “Are your arms supposed to be that big?”
I laugh. “Well, they weren’t this big yesterday.”
Even though she was already pressed up against me, she scoots even closer. Her hand pressing flat on my chest.
I look down.
My new, very chiseled, much more developed, chest. Again, I laugh.
“A shot, you say?” Jasina chuckles. “Get up, Finn. Stand up.”
“What?”
“I wanna look at you!” She’s on her knees now, pushing on me to get out of bed.
I’m naked, but I’ve never been shy—and anyway, it’s Jasina. So I swing my legs out and notice the corded muscles on my thighs and calves.
When I stand up, there’s another body part that got an upgrade.
“Finn, your dick is huge!”
I laugh—almost blushing like a fucking girl—then catch myself. “Well, it was neversmall.”
“No,” she admits. “But this is…” she looks up at me. “Slightly concerning.”
I shake my head. “Don’t say it.”
She gets out of bed, reaching for me. Her long, slender fingers, slipping around my waist as she presses her body into mine. “Don’t say what?”
I roll my eyes, but she’s tracing a fingernail down the front of my chest. Then she presses her hand into my lower abdomen and slides her palm around my shaft, giving it a little squeeze.
