Page 59 of My Tiny Giant

Chapter 12

“P LEASE, FOR THE LOVE of all that’s holy, try to stand still,” I groaned, exasperated. “You keep twitching.”

It was the morning after our belated Valentine’s Day date, and I’d decided to deliver on my promise to make Agan some pants. He didn’t seem in a hurry to leave my place anytime soon, and I liked having him here way too much to ask him about it.

The measuring tape I tried to line up with Agan’s side slipped off his hip once again as he leaned over to watch what I was doing.

“See?” I fixed the tape once again then quickly wrote the number in my old notebook.

“I am still. It’s something else that’s twitching,” Agan mumbled.

He stood on the table as I measured him. The thin loin cloth, draped around his hips, did little to conceal his erection bobbing at half-mast.

“Um...” I bit on the tip of my thumb, trying to figure out how to measure around that thing. “I just need to do the inseam, and we’re done.”

“What’s inseam?” He squinted at me suspiciously.

“It’s the length of your leg. From the inside.”

“Inside?”

“Yes. From here...” I leaned closer, touching the inside of his ankle. “To... um, the top of your inner thigh.” I slid my finger up his bare leg. The moment I went past his knee, he took a step back, evading my touch.

“Maybe we should go to the mall to get the fabric first,” he suggested, somewhat gloomily. “Or maybe I should get a Voranian tailor do this after all.”

“Would you prefer someone else make pants for you?”

“Someone who doesn’t give me a hard-on when I but look at them?” he matched my tone.

I bit my lip.

“Is that what has been happening?”

“Oh, Eleven.” He stretched his neck, heading over to where his old pants lay on the table. “You have no idea. I’ve been hard pretty much since I met you.”

“Wait.” I stopped him from putting his pants on. “There is something we can do about it, can’t we?”

“Like what?” He glanced at me over his shoulder.

“Well, I promised I’ll sleep on the proposition you made to me last night.”

“You have slept.”