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He laughs. “Nearly. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I got a variety.” He waves a hand over the displayed food. “Take your pick, little warrior, and I’ll eat whatever is left.”
My brows raise. “You’re going to eat all of this?”
“Don’t want it to go to waste. The longer I remain in my solid form, the more I feel the need to eat. I intend to stay solid all night, so I’ll likely need the fuel.”
The way he says solid has me thinking of his dick, and not just his physical form. My cheeks heat even further, and I know my chest flushes as well. I clear my throat and reach for one of the drinks cups, popping the lid off and finding a chocolate milkshake. “Oh, fuck, I could kiss you right now,” I mutter, staring down at the frosty treat.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Kohaku replies, shifting in his chair. “It was pleasant when we did it before.”
“I was talking to the milkshake,” I say without hesitation, reaching for a fry and dipping it into the ice cream before popping it into my mouth. I moan. “So good.” I do it again. And again. Then decide I need more than just fries and ice cream, so I snag a bacon burger, and take a hearty bite, moaning again at how good it is.
I’m halfway through eating when I realize Kohaku hasn’t eaten anything, not even a fry. His eyes are focused on me, a satisfied smirk on his face. I set down my burger and finish chewing the bite in my mouth before swallowing and asking, “what?”
He shakes his head, running a hand over his dark red curls, avoiding his pointy fox ears. “I honestly never thought watching a woman eat something I provided for her would be such a turn on. But I’m finding that I like it.A lot.I enjoy knowing I brought you sustenance that makes you moan at how good it is. And then I wonder in what other ways I could make you moan.”
Oh, holy penguins.Why does he have to just say it like that? I mean, really? How am I supposed to finish eating when I can tell that my panties are soaked and my shorts are in danger of the same thing?
I blindly reach for the milkshake and take a long pull on the straw, trying to avoid having to answer. He gives me a knowing smile and leans back in his chair, hands resting on his stomach, orange eyes focused on me.
“It’s weird if you’re going to just sit there watching me eat. I don’t like it. You should eat too.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll wait until you’re finished. I don’t want to consume something that you might want.”
“I think I’ll be fine with the shake, burger and fries. Everything else is free game. But thank you for the consideration.” He still hesitates, and I laugh. “Really, Kohaku. I don’t think I’ll be able to eat more than what I have in front of me. Please eat anything else.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod emphatically. “I’m sure.”
He only waits for another three seconds before he pulls a burger toward him and practically inhales it in a matter of about a minute, with quick measured bites.
I turn my attention back to my meal as he eats everything else on the table, and I meaneverythingelse. which equates to four burgers, a basket of chicken strips and fries, a side of onion rings, tater tots, a vanilla and a strawberry shake, and a salad. Which I guess, is good, because after all that fried food, he probably needs some fiber to help keep things moving.
When he’s finished, we clean up the tables together, tossing all the wrappers into the trash. He stretches, eyeing the one bed in the room. His shirt pulls up, revealing his hard abs covered in pale skin, and I wonder how he ate all that food and didn’t end up with a food baby like I have when I ate about a tenth of what he did.
“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like?” He says, glancing at me.
It takes me a moment to catch up because I’m still staring at his stomach, even though the black fabric of his t-shirt has dropped to cover it. “What?” I say like the genius I am.
He motions with one big hand at the bed. “I can sleep on the floor if you’re not comfortable sharing.”
I blink. Right. One bed, two people. One of my favorite tropes. And since it is one of my favorite tropes, I know how this is going to go. I shake my head. “We can share. There should be enough room. Well, you’re huge, but I think it’s fine. I mean, you literally become a part of my body, so why would I have a problem with some accidental touching? It’ll be fine.” I nod emphatically to get my point across. “I mean, we’re just sleeping.”
I sound insane.
I realize that. I sound totally insane and nervous and rambling, but Kohaku doesn’t seem to mind in the least. No, he just watches me with a knowing smile on his face. I huff out a breath.
“I’m brushing my teeth.” Spinning toward the bathroom, I stalk away. I don’t expect him to follow me, but he does, clutching a new toothbrush in his hand. He must have stopped and grabbed more than just dinner.
He stands right behind me as I wet my toothbrush, dab on some paste and then wet it again. I know I’m weird, but it’s what I do. When I’m brushing my teeth, I try to move out of the way of the sink, but he keeps me where I am by pressing into my back, his long arms coming around me to do the same things I just did. And then we stand there brushing our teeth together. It should feel weird, but it doesn’t. It feels really natural. Too natural, in fact.
We watch each other in the mirror over the sink, and I feel myself flush under his perusal. Dammit. I don’t know how much of his attraction to me is because he’s actually attracted and how much is because I called him into being and gave him a physical form.
Is it something he wants? Or is he just trying to please me? Is it a matter of him feeling that I want him and mistaking it as his genuine feeling?
I drag my eyes away from his, flip on the faucet and bend over to spit. This, unfortunately, presses my ass firmly against his upper thighs and the lower part of his crotch. He groans and curls his free hand over my hip. We both freeze in that position.
Dammit, I need to move. My hips roll, shifting against him, seeking his dick like a needy little hussy.No, do not move like that, Rosalind Juliet. You know better.
