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The Titans might have a different attitude to sex than humans. Maybe they didn’t need consent. Maybe I was asking for it just dressing like this?
I kept my head down and marched a little faster. I curled my toes to step a little softer. Disquiet replaced anger as I wound through the endless hallways.
For a moment, I thought I was lost, and my heart thundered in my chest.
I was relieved when I found the door to his room. I smoothed my hands over my body and hair and raised a hand to knock. I considered just standing there the same way he had, letting him know I was there before turning and marching away triumphantly…
But that didn’t seem enough punishment to me.
I would show him what he could have had, what he could have been enjoying. That was the ticket!
I raised my chin defiantly and knocked on the door. I hit it harder than I thought. It hurt and I shook my hand.
“Come,” his voice said.
Hey! That’s my line!
He’d better not be lounging innocently on his bed, that’s all I can say!
My hand shook as I pressed the handle down and opened the door.
He wasn’t lying down. He’d done one better.
He stood in the middle of the room in his nightgown. Its frayed ends tickled the floor. It was unbound and hung open, revealing his mature chest and hard stomach. His underwear was much like something a human might wear but what was nestled inside it was nothing like you’d find on a regular man…
He was huge.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
He immediately placed the papers he was reading on his desk and moved to tie the robe shut.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to come to my room.”
Didn’t expect me to come? And yet it was okay for him to come, not knock, and leave me hanging?
I folded my arms under my breasts, helping them to look bigger and almost spill out the front of my negligee.
“I suppose that wasn’t you outside my room earlier,” I said.
He looked me over.
“I thought you were sleeping,” he said simply.
Sleeping? How could a girl sleep after that kiss? How could he?
Flustered and not sure how to respond, I shut the door behind me. I didn’t want his servants overhearing our argument.
And then I saw the key jutting from the lock like a kid poking its tongue out.
My anger faded. I knew what I was there for. The same reason he came to my room earlier. He’d made the jump and kissed me. He showed me what he wanted. It was only fair I met him halfway.
No more games.
I turned the key in the lock. It snapped into place with a satisfying click.
When I turned to him, that yearning was back on his face. But so was his fear, his uncertainty as to whether or not he could go through with this.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t want,” he said, not taking his eyes from me.
