Page 56 of My Tiny Giant
Oh, how I wished we could have more. His kiss, as brief as it was, had made me weak in my knees and hot between my thighs. I still had no idea how anything more would be possible, with us being so different in size, but I wished we could try it all.
“How much would be enough, Agan? Because it’d have to end soon, and you know it.”
He drew in a breath.
“I don’t want it to end before it has even started, Emma. Give me what you can, and I’ll take it all.”
He wasn’t asking for a lifetime, just for a short fling while on my leave—a sort of holiday romance. Could I do that? Could I pick and choose what to give him and what to keep for myself? Give Agan the rest of my time in Voran, my bed, my body, even some of my affection? But keep my heart to myself?
I’d never done casual dating before.
“I’ll need some time to think about it,” I confessed with a long sigh. “Let me sleep on it.”
He tilted his head.
“Can I ‘sleep on it’ with you?”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged with an easy smile.
“It’s too late to arrange for the same-day delivery to ship me back to the unit.”
“I’m not going to ship you anywhere!” I laughed out loud. “You can stay the night. Will you be comfortable sleeping on my couch?”
“Anywhere you put me. I don’t need much space as you know.”
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A S THE EVENING BEHIND the glass doors to my patio grew into the night, Helix served dinner to Agan and me.
Afterwards, the two of us watched the rest of the movie I’d started earlier in the day. With Agan’s commentary, it turned out to be a much more exciting experience.
After the movie, I put some bedding on the couch for Agan, then went to my bed behind the lattice screen with vines and flower garlands.
I had a hard time falling asleep that night. What kept me awake weren’t any coherent thoughts but an anxious feeling—worry and anticipation. As if something was about to happen, frightening and exciting at the same time.
I didn’t hear any footsteps, only the rustle of material as someone climbed on the bed.
“Agan?” I sat up quickly, drawing the cover over my chest. The gesture was instinctive, I slept in a long t-shirt that already covered most of my body.
Streaks of moonlight filtered in from the patio, crossing the room. Agan sauntered over the covers to me, wearing nothing but the thin, short wrap low on his hips that Ravils wore instead of underwear. With the silver highlights of the moonlight in his short fur over his strong, well-built body, he looked like a miniature statue of a fantasy god.
“It’s me, Eleven,” he announced casually, as if it was absolutely normal for him to take a nightly stroll across my bed. “You can’t sleep.” It wasn’t a question. “Me neither. Can I stay with you?”
“Well...”
“Promise not to try anything,” he added quickly, stopping by my elbow. “We’ll talk until you start feeling sleepy, then I’ll leave.”
“Okay.” I lay my head back on the pillow, feeling grateful for his company.
He remained standing by my arm.
“Would you mind if I got closer?” he asked.
“How much closer?” I turned my head to face him.
“Like this.” He climbed on my arm then up my ribcage and over to my sternum. “I spend so many nights alone,” he said making himself comfortable between my breasts. “I don’t want to stay on my own when I’m in your place, Emma.”