Page 22 of Love Bites Extra Hard

“I’m not against being propositioned. I have it on good authority that dragons know what they’re doing in bed,” I said.

He pulled the hoodie he’d brought over my head. “You have it on good authority thatonedragon knows what he’s doing in bed.”

“I won’t admit that.”

“You don’t have to. We both know it’s true.” He poked my side with the hand that wasn’t pulling my new hoodie down into place, and I swatted his hand.

We both fell silent as we resumed walking. His hoodie fell to the middle of my thighs, warming my entire body. It smelled like him, and was hot after being cradled against his body.

There were serious perks to dragonhood. Warmth was one of them.

His socks were blissful too. I could still feel the cold of the tile through them, but it was significantly better with the second layer.

I looked down at the hoodie, and saw a faded sports number and logo.

“What did you play?” I asked, and he glanced over.

“Football, at Mistwood Prep.”

“The boarding school for rich kids on the very outskirts of the city?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t as fancy back when I attended. All of the dragons used to go there.”

“How many years ago was that?”

“Too many.”

I slipped my hands in the pockets of the hoodie, and found three more scales waiting. The edges weren’t sharp, and my forehead creased as I pulled one out and checked it. “You smoothed them?”

“Didn’t want them to cut you again.”

That was sweet.

Really sweet.

But why was he giving me his scales in the first place?

“Do all dragons collect their scales when they lose them?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Oh.

We weren’t being creepy, then. That was a relief.

“What do they usually do with them?”

“Keep them.”

That was about as far from useful information as you could get, but at least he was talking to me.

“Is there anything special about them?”

He grunted.

The conversation seemed over.

Oh well.

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