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“I do enjoy sitting there. Painting there. I find it relaxing.” He waved to his bedroom. “This room’s self-explanatory.”

The bedframe had been handmade from thick pieces of wood, carefully etched and polished to perfection. It was huge and flanked by side tables. A bureau sat between two windows at the foot of the bed, and I crossed the room to look outside, taking in the dense forest about thirty feet away, plus a firepit with wooden furniture placed around it.

“My outdoor cooking station,” he said, pointing to a structure on the right. “I understand this is a human thing. This Q of the barb.”

“Barbecue?”

“Yes, that. I asked Max to construct what most humans use. I haven’t tried it, but I hope to soon. We can sizzle the cats.”

“Excuse me?” I barked.

He frowned. “Not cats.Dogs.”

“We’re not sizzling either of them.” My chuckle rang out. “I think you mean hot dogs, which are not made from dogs.”

“I hoped not. I do enjoy pets.”

“We could grill, or sizzle, as you say, burgers sometime.”

“What is a burger made from?”

“A cow. Or turkey meat if you prefer. There are vegetable alternatives too.”

“We will try them all.”

He’d had a roof built over his grill to keep out the rain.

“Is that honeysuckle growing over the top?” I asked.

“It will smell amazing in the summer.”

“I really love your home.” I turned back to the bedroom. A thick green oval rug covered part of the wide-plank wooden floor, and it matched the bedspread.

“I built my own bed,” he said, gesturing toward it.

“You’ve been awfully busy over the past month,” I said.

“I kept picturing myself sharing this with someone, but I assumed it would be a pet who I would not eat.”

It was too easy to see him resting beneath the blankets, me lying with him. Could he see the same thing?

This relationship was too new for stuff like that, but my body had a mind of its own. My core throbbed, and if he took my hand and led me to the bed, I wouldn’t refuse him.

I stared at the bed, unable to drag myself away.

Again, he joined me, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders. If I wanted, I could lean against him, and it would almost be like he was embracing me.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I sunk into him, savoring his warmth and that bit of magic he still possessed that slid across my skin with a touch lighter than a feather.

He turned me in his arms, and I sought his eyes, unsure what I’d find there.

Desire.

When I didn’t pull away, he lowered his head, and his mouth claimed mine.

Chapter13

Tylik

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