She huffs, her hair puffing out like a peacock. “He should have learned by now. It’s beenyears.”
I stand up, the floor cleared off now, and turn to face her. In the background, I hear the beeping of the food being scanned quickly as the cashier gets to work. He clearly wants to avoid a scene, which I appreciate, but I’m not about to let some old hag talk shit to my new…well, whatever he is. Bodyguard?
Maybe friend.
“He’s new, so fuck off. Please and thank you.”
She huffs again. “Why I never…”
I turn around and pull out my card, deciding not to give her the time of day any longer. “So fucking rude,” I mutter.
The cashier nods. “We don’t all think like that.” He peers up at Cielo. “I hope you know that.”
Cielo’s skin ripples slightly, and he gives a low nod.
Not sure what that means, but it seems slightly reverent.
“Thhhhank youuu.”
The cashier blushes wildly and fumbles with his scanner as Cielo speaks.
I bite back a laugh and scan my card before piling everything into bags as quickly as I can. I’ll stand up for others when warranted, but I would like to avoid any other conflict if possible.
“Shit, how am I going to get these back home?” I ask no one in particular. I’m already dreading the long walk home. Cielo eyes the full bags and then grabs them all in one hand and walks toward the exit. I’m left to trot after him, my eyes wide. “Damn, thanks.”
He nods again and then steps outside. It has started to rain, and I seriously worry about the state of the bags as it comes down. They’re going to peel apart and break onto the dirty sidewalk.
Damn it, I just bought blueberries, and they were expensive.
Sadly, my legs can’t quite keep up with Cielo as he moves, and eventually, I double over, trying to catch my breath. “Sorry, bud,” I call out when he realizes I’m not with him. He turns, eyes wide. “I can’t keep up. Unless you want to carry me.”
I’m absolutely not serious, but he holds an arm out and stares at me.
Well, fuck. It’s my pride or the blueberries.
I hop on, wrapping my legs around his hips, and let him lope the rest of the way home. My arms are wrapped around his neck as we go, and I realize I’m trying not to touch him too much.
My mind keeps shifting back to the way Rathyn responded to me dragging my hands along his cock, and for some reason, touching another Vyastil seems wrong. I don’t think it is, but something in my gut is twisting wildly.
Cielo doesn’t seem to mind, though. He carries on, holding me and the groceries in his arms like we weigh absolutely nothing. God, what a life.
Luckily, nothing happens until we’re inside the lobby of The Foundry when one of the bags rips open and spills. Thankfully, the staff are quick to help us scoop everything up and carry it the rest of the way for me. Cielo lets me down, which I appreciate, and I gather what I can as we head for the elevator.
By the time we make it back to the apartment, I’m tired, annoyed, and ready for a little treat.
“I think we burned a few calories. Want a snack?”
Cielo eyes me as I begin putting things away.
“How about a Pop-Tart? I feel like you’d really like these. Shit.” I pause and glance at him. “Can you have human food? It doesn’t make you sick or anything, right? Or do you only drink human cum?”
My lips snap shut when I realize Cielo may have no idea what I’m saying. He blinks at me, but otherwise doesn’t even attempt to respond. I’m probably throwing too much at him at once.
“Can you eat this?” I ask. I mime stuffing food into my mouth, and he nods.
“Yessss.”
“Awesome. Want one?” I rip the package open like a raccoon, leaving half of the box torn open, and pull out a packet, peeling it open and handing him one.
