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“I don’t know, he’s awfully busy these days. You might just have to settle for little ole me.”

Daisy sighs dramatically. “Oh, well, in that case.” She scrunches her nose in mock disapproval giving me an exaggerated once over and makes anehgesture. “I guess you’ll have to do.”

I step in close and practically purr in her ear. “You know you wouldn’t be disappointed, little blossom. I’ll make you bloom for me, over and over and over.”

Her lithe body shivers against mine and I hold back the praise sitting on the tip of my tongue. I wonder what type of sexual partner Daisy would be. Is she the praise kind? Loving every word of affirmation. Or a submissive, liking to be dominated and controlled? Or would she be the one in control. Thinking of letting my little blossom command and control me is intriguing enough for my cock to give an approving twitch in my pants.

Stepping back out of my reach, Daisy visibly forces herself to refocus. Straightening the hem of her too thin sweater and fidgeting with the book in her hands, we’re finally back on even footing. Her flustered and aroused, and me hard and wanting to fuck. Safe space, known space. Space where I know how to handle the feelings curdling inside my gut.

“Perhaps we should keep looking. I still haven’t found a new book.”

“Okay then,” I turn to face the shelf and peruse the titles that are both pun filled and suggestive. “Which one of these haven’t you read yet?”

Daisy points out about a dozen books and I choose the ones with the most suggestive titles, tucking them under my arm with the book she first gave me. The one she’s already read.

I pay for all six of our books even though Daisy tries to pay for hers, but I won’t allow it. My family has more than enough money to buy her a few books. Plus, wooing, remember? Buying gifts is only step one.

When we leave the bookstore, I make sure to drape an arm around Daisy’s shoulders and hold her tight to my side. The top of her head just reaches my shoulders, and she fits perfectly in the circle of my arm. It feels oddly comfortable walking down the street with her tucked against me, seeing everyone we pass do a double take. Not sure if they’re more shocked by me or Daisy. Could be the whole combination of us together that’s baffling them.

Internally I shrug because I don’t give a damn what they think about us, just as long as they tell everyone they know.

“So, what other kinds of books do you like to read, Daisy?”

“All kinds really.”

“Just not the history of the US quarter?” I joke.

“Maybe not that one. But I do like history books. It’s fascinating to read about the people and events that shaped the world, even if they are missing a large chunk of it.”

She’s referring to the non-human history of course. We all know this. Our history has been greatly fantasized into myths and legends, everyone forgetting the truth of it all. Especially since we began living in hiding. It was easier for the humans to pretend it was all make-believe instead of reality.

With the growing interest in fantasy books though, I wonder if the human world isn’t ready to start believing again. That, however, is not my concern. I don’t worry about educating ignorant humans on the truth of the world and convincing them thousands of years of their history is wrong. I’ll leave that to some fairy who has lived through it all.

My only concern is Daisy.

“What about you? Do you read much? Were you serious about the porn magazine thing?” she asks so earnestly. I don’t know that I’ve ever had a non-joking conversation about reading porn before.

“I read on occasion, more of a movie person myself. And weirdly yes, I have read articles in porn magazines before. People joke about it but sometimes they can be quite illuminating.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind next time I’m looking for something new to read. Medical textbooks just don’t do the body justice. Though I suppose that has to do with the fact they’re all about the human body. Even though we are nearly similar physiologically, where it counts.”

“Is that so? I’d like to think I’m superior to most human men.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“What? You don’t believe me?”

Daisy looks up at me through one squinted eye, the sun hitting her in the face as we head down the street back towards her house. She looks so relaxed and perfect under my arm that I nearly stumble watching her lean closer to me.

“I believe you,” she says quietly, and my heart nearly triples in rhythm.

“Good,” I clear my throat and tear my gaze away from hers, focusing on the road ahead of us. “Because if you didn’t, I might have to prove myself, and then you’d be ruined for any male for the rest of your life.”

Daisy laughs and the sound calms my nerves.

What the actual fuck is happening to me?I bought a girl romance novels, am walking with my arm around her andnottrying to grope her ass. Though I very much want to grope her ass, and other parts of her.

Daisy’s sweetness has drawn me in and captured me so thoroughly, I barely realize my desire to spend more time with her is genuine and not just driven by my need to deter my mom.