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Beryl huffed in disbelief.

“Why are you calling me a million times? You could have texted like a normal person?”

I mumbled something about preferring phone calls that made him laugh.

I wanted to hear your voice.

“You’re lucky I picked up. I usually block unknown numbers.”

“I am,” I agreed with him. His flustered little huff gave me hope.

Chapter 7

Beryl

By Zephyr!

I swooned so hard in the break room I embarrassed myself.

“I want to see you again.” I could hear how much it cost Kjartan to say these words to me.

I rested my head against the window and bit my lip hard to make the big, fat grin on my face less audible. “When? Where?” I asked him in a voice I hoped sounded calmer than I felt.

“You tell me, and I will be there.”

“Well, how about this: I could do with a little trip to the countryside,” I told him lightly.

“Yes. I don’t understand the question, but my answer is yes.”

Kjartan and I agreed I would come to see him on Saturday.

Good thing I wasn’t nervous at all about seeing him again. Not much happened between us except some over the clothes touching like a pair of teenage school boys on their first ever make-out session.

And an embarrassing amount of precum wetting your boxers.

So why did my heart rate speed up every time I thought about how it would feel to see him again?

If we were going to spend the day together, would we at least go to second base? I saw myself begging him to let me suck his dick as a parting gift.

He explained how to get to Kincardie and said that he would come pick me up and that we’d walk back because he lived fairly close to the station.

A tiny voice in my head wondered if I should be nervous about being alone with him, but he’d been an absolute gentleman. If he tried something, I also had some tricks up my sleeve. I might be way shorter and more lithe than him, but that didn’t mean I was helpless.

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I spent way too long getting myself clean—all orifices—for someone whomightget to touch an Orc dick. Then I dressed carefully in a tank top with a knit jumper on top that was more holes than actual yarn, and my favourite tight jeans. To top it off I painted my fingernails black.

I took the bus to the station and hopped on the train to Kincardie at one thirty.

The connection between the two places was great with one direct train leaving every hour. So if he wanted this thing between us to be somethingmore, at least the logistics of getting me to Kincardie and vice versa wouldn’t be a hassle.

I spotted Kjartan in the crowd immediately. He leaned against a wall by the ticket barrier and scanned the crowd with slightly frantic eyes.

“Hi,” I greeted him breathlessly when I’d pushed through to where he stood. He was even more attractive than I remembered, and so tall I had to tilt my head back to look at him.

“Hello, Vindur.” He hugged me in greeting. “It’s good to see you again, Bee. You look great.” His eyes hung on my nails for a moment.

That’s a good sign, right?