Page 31 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

“It’s not sweet talking if I’m speaking the truth.” Slowly, Galent added, “If you need another massage... all you have to do is ask.”

“You haven’t even finished the two-hour one. And you’re hurt!”

Galent glanced at his hand. “I’ll just put a glove on.”

“You need stitches!”

“Are you going to help with that?”

Because Zarrie didn’t need anything right now, Pinks grumbled, “Fine.”

He followed Galent into the house and made sure the giant locked the door. With Zarrie back in her playpen and strict instructions to Limesicart not to crash into her, Pinks grabbed the first aid kit from under the bathroom counter.

Galent was seated at the kitchen table. When Pinks reached him, he straightened, holding his hands out in boyish excitement. “I washed them. You don’t have to do much, just stitch it up.”

“I’ve never seen anyone get so excited about an injury.”

Galent gave a secret smile. Pinks eyed him suspiciously. But he scrubbed his hands with soap and got out the suturing needle and thread, carefully cradling Galent’s large, warm hand in his own. Galent didn’t even flinch when the needle went in.

“Do you get injured a lot?” Pinks asked warily. “This doesn’t hurt you.”

Galent shrugged. “I used to get into scrapes frequently, as a dragonet. This is nothing.”

“Thisis nothing?” Pinks scowled, his insides twisting when he imagined the giant being hurt worse than this. As a child!

“You are incredibly lovely,” Galent murmured. “You take my breath away.”

Pinks squinted. “Are you saying that to get in my pants?”

Galent smiled again.

Pinks closed the wound up, stitch by stitch. He wiped off the blood with a clean rag, then snipped off the excess thread. “Don’t do anything strenuous with that hand for a while.”

“Including this?” Galent curled his fingers into a loose fist and jerked them up and down.

The image that popped into Pinks’ mind was... wet, lewd, and utterly sinful.

“You have another hand!” Pinks hissed, his cheeks burning.

“Or my tail,” Galent agreed.

“Y-you don’t... use your tail... to dothat.”

Galent raised an eyebrow.Holy crap!

“Granted, my tail isn’t quite as... flexible as my fingers,” Galent said. “It works better going into holes.”

Pinks choked.

“You’ve never even considered that, have you?” Galent murmured in surprise. “I guess not, since your own tail is covered in fur. Maybe if you put a condom on it.”

“What the hell,” Pinks spluttered.

“My tail is covered in scales, so cleanup is easy.”

“I never thought I’d talk abouttail sex,” Pinks whispered, glancing out of the kitchen at Zarrie like she would understand their conversation.

Galent smirked. “Think about it.”

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