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My chest ached with gratitude. I ignored the ugly little voice in my head telling me he was really just using that as an excuse to put an end to whatever was happening between us—that he’d changed his mind about being attracted to me.
Oh god, maybe I’d made a weird noise when I came.
“Ready?” Seb asked politely from the door.
I nodded, licking my lips as I gave Holt one last smile. He smiled back and reached out to briefly squeeze my hand.
“See you, Taylor.”
“Bye,” I mumbled, turning to follow Seb out of the room.
The parking lot was surprisingly empty of people when we got out there. Trailing behind Seb, I asked, “How come people aren’t leaving? I thought Corey’s match was the last one.”
“We keep the bar open for longer,” Seb answered, pulling his keys out of his pocket. A car a few spaces down from mine chirped, its lights flashing. He turned and looked down at me, his brown eyes assessing me in the dark. “Do you want me to drive you home? We can arrange to get your car brought to you in the morning.”
“Oh. No, it’s okay.” I smiled up at him hesitantly. “I’m fine to drive. Just a little tired. Thanks, though.”
He nodded once and turned for his car. “I’ll follow you out.”
The drive home was a little jarring. Quiet and dark after the roar of the crowd and neon lights in the arena. I turned the radio up to block out my thoughts, but when we drove through a busier part of town and I saw people outside bars, leaving restaurants, dressed up to go clubbing and walking along the sidewalk in groups, I found myself staring at all of them and wondering if any weren’t human.
There’d been a lot of people watching the wrestling. A lot of people who weren’t really human, but lived among us, presumably living pretty normal lives. Running businesses like Holt. Working for the police like Bryce and Heather. Being elderly party animals like Lizard Granny.
Was I going to crack and start a blog where I took surreptitious photos of random people on the street then drew all over them, pointing out the features that made me believe they were monsters in disguise? Was I going to become a paranoid wreck every time I interacted with literally anyone?
God, I hoped not. But now my mind was whirling, trying to figure out if I’d ever met a non-human before. Maybe Sharon from Accounts really was some kind of demon—sorry, succubus. She had been flirting with Tim from HR at her birthday party. Not that a woman flirting meant she was some kind of sex demon, but… I was definitely suspicious of Sharon now.
My math teacher in high school had been odd. He used to always bring an entire block of cheese to school on the days we had tests and would sit there nibbling on it. Maybe he’d been some kind of… mouse creature?
And there was that bear of a man I had a one-night stand with in my early twenties. He’d been enormous, and I remembered almost asphyxiating from the sheer amount of cum he’d pumped into my mouth when I sucked him off. Maybe he’d been an orc.
When we reached my building, I looked in the rearview mirror and gave Seb a little wave. In the red glow of my taillights, I saw him nod and lift his hand in return before continuing down the street as I pulled into my building’s underground parking lot.
After parking and killing the engine, I just sat there for a few minutes. My body was simultaneously loose from exhaustion and the orgasm Holt had given me, and wired from the hectic night. Watching the wrestling. Getting to kiss Holt and feel him against me.
He smelled so freaking good. And he was so, so hot—I actually found him even hotter now that I knew the grey skin and pink eyes were real. And it already felt… easy with him. He knew all the parts of me that I usually hid from people for a long time, if not forever.
He liked my outdated sneakers and my dad jeans. He’d said I was handsome. He’d said I made him really horny. He’d come just from giving me an over-the-pants handie.
It was kind of unbelievable, I thought as I finally climbed out of my car and locked it behind me. I was literally the most boring person I knew. I hadn’t done anything exciting whatsoever since my mid-twenties, and even then it hadn’t been wild stuff—just going out for drinks with friends, actually making the most of my weekends, bouncing between interesting jobs because I’d liked new challenges. Just enjoying life.
The last two nights had reminded me of that. They’d made me feel younger, more carefree. Fun. Holt had said he’d had fun with me. Maybe I did still have it in me. Maybe my former relationship and my soul-sucking job hadn’t stamped it out completely.
I couldn’t go back to being a mindless corporate zombie after this. Following the exact same routine, eating the exact same lunch every afternoon, having the same conversations at work, day after day. I just couldn’t. Not knowing what I now knew. Not after seeing and experiencing what else was out there. Something I’d never even imagined was possible.
My drab apartment felt so lifeless and boring when I stepped into it and flicked on the overhead light. As I toed off my sneakers and dropped my keys onto the sideboard, I wondered what Holt’s home looked like. Probably lots of pink. Maybe his own personal neon sign. One that just said Holt and hung directly over his bed. My mouth twitched into a smile at the thought. I wouldn’t put it past him.
My brain was still churning, but my body was exhausted. I quickly stripped off my clothes, wincing as I peeled my crusty boxer briefs down, and got in the shower to wash the dried cum from my pubes. I couldn’t stop thinking about Holt, mainly because it kept my mind off everything else.
I wondered what he was doing right now. Was he still in his office? Was he getting drunk with Larkin and the wrestlers? Was he flirting with High Lord Crossbody and realising he didn’t have to settle for someone as boring as me—he could have a beautiful royal fae wrestler man who had a dick piercing that matched his?
I bet Crossbody doesn’t wear dorky jammies to bed, I thought as I pulled on my sleeping pants and matching button-up shirt. I bet he just sleeps naked, or wears a negligee or a silk robe and drapes himself gracefully across the bed like some ethereal slumbering prince.
Now I was thinking about all the wrestlers again, and Holt’s drunken confession about imagining them all fucking him in the ring, and the orgy stuff he’d whispered in my ear earlier, and the feel of his tongue in my mouth, and the fact that they were all monsters, and I had a very confused boner as I climbed into bed and turned off my bedside lamp.
Monsters were real. They were real. There were little old ladies walking around with giant lizards under their skin. There were actual vampires, who actually turned into bats. There were literal demons and werewolves and creatures who could shapeshift into anyone they wanted.
What else was out there? I pressed a hand to my belly under the covers. It was jittery with a weird blend of fear and excitement. Was Bigfoot real? What about… leprechauns? Or goblins? Or the Minotaur?
