Page 61 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

That was just what I wanted—another reminder that Jasper didn’t want me. Or at least didn’t want to be mated to me. Which, considering our situation, seemed like the same thing.

Jasper chuckled. “Go home, asshole.”

The other dragon laughed, and I heard his wings flap when he took to the sky again a moment later.

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RANDA

Stepping back up to the window, I watched as Jasper’s fingers shifted to claws, and he started cutting the bands holding everything on the first pallet together. When all the boxes were open and accessible, he moved to the next.

And the next.

And the next.

I didn’t bother going out to offer my help. He would only refuse if I did.

When Jasper had single-handedly moved every piece of furniture and every decoration out to the balcony earlier, he’d made it very clear that he didn’t want me taking any part in it. It frustrated me that he saw me as so weak and useless, but arguing in my defense hadn’t seemed to change the way he saw me.

So, I stopped trying.

Instead, I pulled up the digitalized photos Brynn had sent me earlier, to show where everything was supposed to go.

When Jasper carried the first mattress in, I pointed him to the right bedroom. Thanks to his size and strength, he didn’t struggle with any of the furniture, at least.

He moved quickly as we worked through everything on the balcony, and didn’t complain once when I had him reposition something. He actually started looking to me with every new piece of furniture he brought in, which made me feel good.

I didn’t follow Brynn’s pictures exactly. As we put things in, I asked Jasper to move other things around, making them flow better.

His lack of frustration or complaints made me feel like he was silently pissed at me, so my cheeks warmed as we continued. I was sweaty enough from heat that I didn’t think Jasper would realize what exactly I was feeling, thankfully.

A few hours later, everything was in its place.

Or at least its temporary place. I’d probably move some of it around again.

Possibly all of it.

But I liked it for the moment.

Hell, I loved it for the moment.

It was cozy and comfortable, with light colors, fun colors, and some darks thrown in there too for good measure. The place looked like a dream. Some of the pictures were in the wrong positions, because we’d used the hooks and nails already in the walls, but I didn’t care. That would make me feel less guilty when it came time to move everything around again.

When we were done, Jasper went outside to pile up the boxes and packing material, and I made my way to the new couch.

It was a gorgeous, gigantic sectional that fit the wide, open space perfectly. The fabric was soft, and the deep blue color stood out just enough without looking odd.

I wanted to video call Elodie or Viola, to show them how gorgeous it looked, but it was the middle of the night. Vi wouldn’t want to hear my excitement about Jasper’s home, either. And Elodie would overthink what it meant.

A text came through almost as soon as I took a seat. The cushions were a little more firm than I wanted, but I was pretty sure that always happened with new furniture. It would probably loosen up.

Brynn

Well are you done yet?

How did it turn out?

I need pictures! Videos! Something!

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