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I’m going to have to chain him to my bed to keep him around. After that, I can’t give this man up. Even after my lateness, he was nothing but sweet and so passionate. He had the kind of magnetism that you only see in movies that kept drawing me closer and closer. I’m certain if he could have pulled me onto his lap, he would have. I wanted his touch on every part of me.
That app is getting a five star rating from me and a fucking glowing review.
Whatever planet they found Mason on, they’ve struck gold.
“Pup,” he whispers and I scrunch up my nose as I’m not exactly ready to be alive again. “Odette, it’s time to wake up.”
Mason touches my shoulder, but I refuse to open my eyes. Reciprocation is on the menu tonight, but I need a couple more seconds to wrap my head around coming so hard I pass out. As if I’m going to let the night end without sucking his dick. The man waited thirty minutes for me and then did all that? He should be given a whole sheet of gold star stickers.
I’m struck with the need to sneeze and pee all at the same time. I move to pinch my nose and something hard stops my fingers. My body jerks hard as I’m overcome with it. A shiver tracks down my arms and I touch my nose again to make sure I’m not smearing boogers everywhere. There is something metal and looped through the septum of my nose.
My eyes shoot open.
I am not in my bedroom. Or a dark basement, which I suppose is a win since I don’t know where I am. It’s sunny and deliciously warm and I’m lounging on some kind of fainting couch. There are red and pink bell flowers hanging from blueish grey plastic beams on the ceiling. Is this some kind of luxury hospital?
Beyond feeling like my bladder is going to burst, I feel the best I have in years.
Crouched next to me is a giant grey shark man. That is the only way to describe it. I freeze, slowly moving my eyes down the broad shoulders to exposed arms. There are fins on his forearms and the hand on my shoulder only has four, thick fingers. I flick my gaze back to his face. His eyes are a dark, sparkling grey colour, and there are slits where his nose would fit. They flare the longer I look at him and I’m concerned prolonged eye contact is bad so I look down at his feet.
They are big, and bare, with five toes. I guess I should be happy he has regular feet, but his toenails are as sharp as his teeth. But then my eyes catch on something slowly moving back forthbehind him. A tail, like a massive shark’s tail with pointy tips and all.
Oh my god.
“Bless you,” it says with Mason’s voice. “The oxygenator can take a couple of minutes to adjust to.”
“Ma—” My voice cuts as I look at the sharp, white teeth in his mouth. “Mason?”
“Ma’xon is how I usually pronounce it,” he says, the grey of his skin turning navy. Like he is blushing at telling me how to pronounce his name. “I know this is a lot.”
I nod hurriedly as a cramp settles between my legs.
“But you are completely safe here.”
“Not if I pee my pants,” I say, my voice coming out tight like that will keep it from happening.
His eyes go wide, and suddenly I’m flying. Ma’xon picks me up like I’m a small doll and carries me out of that room into some kind of massive bathroom. He sets me down right by a new age, backless toilet and my knees nearly give out like I haven’t used them in a long time. A pack of wipes is set on the sink next to it. Then he is gone without another word, closing the door firmly behind him.
“It locks automatically,” he shouts through the door.
That’s all I need to know before I’m ripping my pants down. It doesn’t occur to me that he might be filming this, but honestly I don’t care. This is happening right now. When I am done, I pick up the wipes and read the label.
Biodegradable hygiene wipes for sensitive skin. Perfect for pups, humans, and other soft lifeforms
I’m not sure how I should feel about him having these at the ready. Seeing as there is a locked door between us now, asking him seems the most sensible course of action. For my own sake, I finish up first.
After using the step stool that I didn’t see at first to get off the toilet, I step on a small platform to look in the absurdly large mirror over the sink. It’s clear everything has been modified to accommodate someone much smaller than him.
Does he have a lot of short, soft guests? Or is this for me?
As I wash my hands, I take in all the parts of me. My hair could probably use a wash, blonde strands extra flat from the sheen of sweat stuck to my forehead and I’m still wearing this god awful shirt. Beyond the small septum piercing there is nothing obviously wrong with me. My body is the same as it was when I got dressed for my blind date.
When my hands are dry, I touch the thing on my nose. It’s a simple silver loop. Nothing happens as I make faces in the mirror. Ma’xon called it an oxygenator, so I guess that’s like a breathing device.
Are there other devices in my body that I don’t know about?
“Hey,” I call out, ignoring the button by the door that is currently light. “Why did you pierce my nose? Also why do you speak English?”
“The air on Axilaria is dense and humid, it helps off-worlders adjust and breathe,” he answers quickly enough that it makes me think he stood by the door the whole time. “And also during transport, there was a small implant placed in the Broca and auditory area of your brain to help with speech and translations.”
