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GIDEON

S ome of the tension returns when I shut the door behind Harlan, and my eyes settle on Winnow, smiling shyly and in a way that makes my dick twitch. “We should get going. Stores in town close kinda early. We’ll only have about an hour by the time we get there.”

She nods before looking down at the clothes she’s wearing—my t-shirt and boxers. Hooking my index finger around all five fingers on one of her hands, I lead her to my bedroom and pull a few pairs of sweatpants out of my closet. “Black, dark blue, or grey?”

Her brows leap. “Oh, ummm… dark blue, I guess?”

Setting the other pairs on the bed, I guide her to sit on the edge and kneel at her feet to hold open one pant leg for her to step through.

Winnow gives me another one of those blushing smiles that causes that thing in my chest to squeeze.

After she steps through the second pant leg, I tug them over her thighs as I rise and step back.

My clothes are giant on her, but I love the sight more than I should admit.

She heaves a sigh, glancing at herself in the mirror of my closet door as if coming to terms with the fact that she’ll have to go out dressed like a tent.

When she turns back toward me, she cocks a hip and bats her eyelashes, tossing her long, thick tresses over one shoulder.

For a split second, I get another flash of those horns, flowers, and tail. “How do I look?”

Like you fucking belong to me.

Not that I can say such a thing aloud. Yet. Still, I can’t resist speaking the truth or the opportunity to get her to give me another one of her pretty blushes.

“Good enough to eat, angel.”