Page 14 of Orc Charming

I linked our fingers, enjoying being close to her this way.

“You’ll take the cost of the phone out of my wages,” I insisted.

“We’ll see.” She shot me a shy smile. “They gave you an incredible deal, and it doesn’t cost much to add another line to my plan.”

We entered the thrift store and strolled through the aisles.

“They only have a few items that’ll fit an orc,” she said with a twist of her lips. “You’d think now that orcs live here, they’d have more. I’m sorry. I thought we could completely outfit you with one stop.” She held up a tunic made of a stretchy material with a swooping symbol. “This might fit.” She pressed it against my upper body, frowning. “The color’s okay, don’t you think?”

“It has another male’s name on the front.” I wasn’t complaining, not when the selection was this limited.

“Nike’s a brand, not a person’s name.”

I stared down at the black shirt with pink writing. “Alright.”

She nodded and laid the shirt over her arm. “Here’s another.” This one was blue with yellow writing, still with the other name. “Sweatpants might work well, though we’ll look for jeans in your size. Whatisyour size?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sure it’s hard to compare our sizes to yours. What size are you in . . . orc clothing?”

“I don’t know that either.” I peered around. “Is there a clerk who could help us?”

“Not here. But we can look in the big and tall section; maybe we’ll find something there.” She led me to another aisle where she sorted through the clothing.

So many items and almost none that would fit me.

“Okay, what about these?” she held blue pants against my frame. “They’re capris on you.” Shaking her head, she returned them to the rack and pulled out another garment. “I think we’re going to have to go with these.” The gray pants had a drawstring at the waist and were cuffed at the ankle. And they were long enough not to be consideredcap-rees.

“Why don’t you try them on?” She led me to the back of the room and urged me behind a curtain where she hung the garments on a hook and stepped out, closing the cloth behind her. “You can change in here. Come on out when you’re wearing them.”

I removed my clothing and pulled on the gray pants. They were snug, but perhaps that was the fashion. I added the black tunic with what I still suspected as another male’s name emblazoned on the front and stepped beyond the curtain where Cat was waiting.

Her lips trembled, and her eyes sparkled. “These aren’t going to work.”

I looked down at where the pants outlined my thighs and cock. “Why not?”

“Change. We’ll keep looking.” Pivoting, she stalked over to a chair and sat, leaning forward to cup her chin in her palms.

I returned to the tiny space and removed the items, donning my original clothing.

We purchased the shirts and left, walking down the street to another store where we bought items Cat called athleticwear.Everything had numbers and other people’s names, and I wasn’t sure why.

Returning to her home, we cooked the chicken, and I helped her make the cheese sauce. It was amazing. I could eat a vat of it plain.

I consumed more than I should have, but it all tasted wonderful. After, we sat on the sofa where she explained how to use the cell phone.

“I don’t know anyone but you,” I pointed out, unsure I truly needed this device.

“You’ll make other friends, and you’ll want to call them.”

I nodded slowly.

“We could set up your social media presence if you’d like.” She showed me how to take a shelfi—no, aselfie—and then I took a bunch of photos of us playing around and laughing on her sofa. Those, I’d treasure always.

What would I do if she decided she didn’t want to be my mate?

Chapter 7

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