Page 53 of My Tiny Giant
“I bet women couldn’t keep their hands off of you,” I said with a wink. The unpleasant feeling of jealousy had been long gone.
“Of course!” He laughed. “I was the life of the party. No one could resist me.”
“With whom are you staying, now?”
“No one. Due to my special circumstances, I was given a room on the female side of the base. Normally, men are not allowed to enter that area. Women and children rescued from the war zone are sometimes housed there, along with the women who work at the unit. It’s important for all of them to feel safe and comfortable. Not that Ravil men would ever hurt them, but our males can be loud and rambunctious. I guess due to my size, I’ve been deemed ‘harmless.’ They allowed me to stay on the female side, this time.”
He slid his gaze down my body in a way I would consider anything but “harmless.”
“So,” he said, lifting an eyebrow. “Will you agree to go on a date with me, now? Or do you have more questions?”
The way he asked it was so much like the old, big Agan—cocky and full of confidence. Except that I now knew the real him enough to find that endearing rather than annoying.
“Where would we go?” I asked, matching his tone.
“To your kitchen table.” He jumped off my leg onto the couch then promptly climbed down to the floor. “To have some tea with those cupcakes .”
“Oh, I have a gorgeous breakfast patio here,” I said excitedly. “With lots of flowers.”
“Of course, there’d be flowers.” He sauntered toward the glass wall with the door to the patio. “We are in Voran after all.”
Chapter 11
“S O, DO YOU LIKE THESE ?” I asked Agan, stuffing my face with the second cupcake from the box. Their flavors were packed with memories from back home. “So good,” I moaned. “What do you think?”
Agan had mentioned that Earth Girl’s Cupcakes was a bakery run by a human woman who had married a Voranian and moved to Neron. She might be from the same region I came from because the cupcakes reminded me of home so much. Either way, she’d done a great job recreating the familiar flavors.
Agan sat on the table, cross-legged. I’d put a small piece of a cupcake onto a bottle cap instead of a plate for him. I’d also washed the thimble from my sewing kit that I’d been carrying in my luggage wherever I went and filled it with tea for him.
“Very tasty.” He took another big bite of his cupcake crumb. “Is this your favorite food from Earth?”
I had to think for a moment. There were so many things I loved from back home and didn’t even know until I left Earth and started missing them.
“One of the favorites, for sure.” I shoved the rest of the vanilla cupcake in my mouth.
He watched me lick the icing off my lips, a gentle smile playing on his face.