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I reach out and start fingering through the titles, choosing one with a couple on it where the woman is swooning and the man is looking at her like he would burn the world down for her, after a good fucking of course. “Ooh this one looks promising.”

I flip it over and read the blurb on the back. It’s about some Irish lord who must marry to keep his family lands and finds himself marrying the first girl that comes along, even if she’s his arch nemesis’s daughter.

“This one could be good. I feel like there’ll be a lot of calling her lass and dirty talk in Irish.”

I turn to Daisy for her approval and where I expected complete embarrassment, I find only a guilty knowing expression.

“That one’s okay. A lot of brooding and sexually charged arguments because they really want each other but can’t admit it. However,” My eyes nearly bug out of my head knowing she’s actually read this book as she steps up to the shelf, bringing our personal spaces together. “don’t bypass the cartoon covers. They look sweet but often have as much, or morenaughtyparts than the bodice ripper covers. And no one suspects when you’re reading it.”

Daisy pulls a pastel pink cover book from the shelf showcasing a cartoon couple kissing and embracing innocently, and hands it to me.

“Try this one, I think you’ll like it.”

I raise an eyebrow at her and take the offered research material, because that’s what it’s just become. If she’s read this and is recommending it, that means she likes whatever happens in it. Fuck if I won’t read this entire thing tonight.

“Thank you. I think I will.”

“And if you ever want to read anything closer to non-humans, there’s plenty of monster and alien romances. They don’t get it all right, but at least there’s more details that make it feel more real.”

Again, she smiles but bites on her lips to contain it. With my free hand not clutching the most important reading material I’ll ever purchase, I reach up and cup her cheek, running my thumb across her lips until she releases it. It’s pink, plump and glistening. I rub away the wetness and relish in her dilated pupils.

“I will definitely keep that in mind.”

Daisy’s eyes shift back and forth between mine then lift to slide along the curve of my horns. I can only imagine what she’s thinking about. Grabbing them, using them as leverage to pull her body up mine. I can think of a dozen or two ways she can use my horns to bring herself pleasure. I wonder if one of these monster romance books she’s referring to has a character with horns. Maybe she has a horn kink.

I can see the tips of the green vine markings poking out from her collar curl tight and then extend. Most likely reacting to her emotions. Kind of like I think her flowers do.

In the small space between shelves our bodies are pressed close, and I take the opportunity to bring our chests together, just letting her nipples graze my shirt. My cock pulses hard in my jeans and I expect I’ll be jerking off tonight, while reading this book and thinking of Daisy.

“You are surprising in a way I could have never expected.”

Daisy doesn’t respond to my confession. She knows I’m not lying, that I mean every word. Because I wasn’t expecting her, I don’t think I could have ever prepared myself for her and the way I react to her.

That unfamiliar longing feeling washes over me again and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know what I’m longing for. Daisy is right here in front of me, looking at me withplease bend me over and fuck meeyes. What more could a male want? Something. Something I can’t name, but something.

“Do you have any more book recommendations? I’m suddenly finding myself in need of morestimulatingreading material.”

“Sure. Romance books are kind of my guilty pleasure. Sage says I should stop reading about romance and go out and find some instead.”

“Although I agree with this Sage person, you should go out and find it, I also don’t think you should feel guilty reading what makes you happy.”

“Sage is my older brother, and I’m not sure how he would feel about you agreeing with him. He’s not your biggest fan.”

“Well, I’m yours, so he’ll have to deal.”

Daisy looks up at me with such open admiration, thatsomething morefeeling crashes over me like a tsunami again. A heavy feeling of realness and solidity settles in my stomach and the sensation feels oddly like attachment. In an attempt to shake off the all too real emotions growing in my chest, I revert to my default setting, comedic flirting.

“For instance, I love reading porn magazines. Very riveting articles on masturbation and the female orgasm.” I give her a wink to top off my lewd sundae.

It makes her giggle and the dense, almost viscous sensations lessen enough for us to return to our previous flirty banter.

“I imagine such an article would prove extremely lucrative.”

“I wouldn’t know, haven’t been able to test out their theories yet. Are you volunteering?”

“I don’t know. Who’s demonstrating? If you can get Henry Cavill to teach the class, I’ll be the first to sign up.”

Daisy elbows me playfully, getting more at ease in my company and not as bashful when I make crude jokes. I always wanted a female who could take my perverted sense of humor and throw it right back in my face.