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That would’ve been crazy.

“So you guys learned to pick up our nonverbal cues and stuff. I think that makes sense, and I have to say, I appreciate you not sounding like the monster in a scary movie.” That would’ve been hard to deal with. “I’ll adapt now that I understand what to expect, so you don’t have to keep doing the human stuff if you don’t want to.”

Shaking his head as he started assembling three different sandwiches at the same time—still amazing—Jerker didn’t seem inclined to take me up on my offer. “I must continue to practice. However, I will give you gratitude for the offer and your understanding.”

Practice?

He hadn’t been doing it as long as everyone else.

Duh.

“Alright.” As he came back over to the table, I reached out and caressed one of his tentacles. “But just remember, I know you’re not human. I’ll just need you to explain things sometimes.”

I’d probably need him to explain a lot, but it felt obvious, so I didn’t point it out.

I would however start making lists…lots of them.

Like where had he learned to cook?

Chapter 10

“I think it went well.” Yes, I was confident about that part. “No, it went well. It’s just…”

Nicholas raised one eyebrow as he leaned against the door to the small closet, inadvertently trapping me in the tiny room. “Just what?”

Now he was worried.

That meant his mate would start to worry.

And that would start a chain reaction I didn’t want to live through again.

“I keep remembering things I should’ve asked him and I’m kind of feeling like a first-date failure.” Trying not to sound stressed enough to trigger the domino effect of worries, I took a breath and forced my shoulders down.

“I don’t know what he does for a living or why I dropped him off at an office complex instead of a house this morning. I don’t know where he learned to cook and when I’m going to see him again. And I’m kind of worried that tired me was a brat and I kidnapped him into staying over because he was too nice to tell me no.” That was definitely something Jerker would do.

I’d even forgotten to ask him about his name because I knew there would be a reason why he picked it.

Yep, I’d figured out a few different ways to make him happy and had submitted but that was the extent of what I’d done right.

Nicholas didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation because he started to chuckle. “First of all, they’re impossible to kidnap because their bodies fit down the drain for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t keep him restrained no matter how hard you tried. Have you ever seen those videos of octopuses getting in and out of crazy places?”

Oh.

When I nodded, he raised his hands in a “see what I mean” kind of gesture. “Yes, they are so nice there’ve been some weird social situations, but we made sure that everyone at the party last night was told to be honest with the humans they were talking to and that they weren’t supposed to do anything they didn’t want to.”

Good.

Yes, that was good.

So maybe he hadn’t been kidnapped.

“You were so tired you were a brat, huh?” Nicholas’s eyes sparkled as his own brat came to the surface. “He wore you out good?”

Ugh.

My blush had him snickering and doing a wiggly happy dance. “I knew it.”

“We’ve discovered how many orgasms it takes before I dry fire and before I become pain-in-the-ass tired.” There was no point in trying to escape Nicholas’s curiosity. “I basically told him he couldn’t leave and he stayed once I fell asleep.”

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