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Name:Jason Bosco

Species:Human

Pronouns:He/Him

Age:22

Orientation:Gay

Likes:Sports, music on vinyl, the outdoors, moonlit swims

Dislikes:Pushy people, tuna, big cities, storms

Looking for:Love

The app was specifically for pairing monsters with humans, so a monster profile couldn’t match with other monsters.

“Maybe the app will learn the truth eventually and kick me off, who knows?” Jason said. “I don’t need it fordating, obviously. It’s just nice opening it to see… what I once was.”

I took the phone from him to set it back down and scooter closer. “Moonlit swims? Really?”

“I was trying to be romantic.”

“Have you ever actually done that before?”

“Sure. The lake isn’t far.” Jason scooted closer too. “And yeah, I skinny-dipped.”

“You know, they have an option on the app to put you’re looking for friendship.”

“They do?”

I smacked him in the chest.

“I’ll change it! I mean, it’s not only likes and dislikes that matches you with someone. My location changed to a brand-new tester town. Probably messed it all up. And it’s not like I even check for matches. I only ever made the profile—”

“To see if I’d defend monsters or agree with you when you shat all over them. I remember. Super smart wooing plan, by the way.”

Jason pouted, actually pouted, which if I was being honest was probably one of the expressions that most made me realize how attractive he was to me now. I’d always known he was attractive, but I’d put him firmly in the friend category for so long, it had never dawned on me that I could fantasize about nibbling on his lips.

Or him nibbling on mine.

“Technically, it worked.” Jason pouted harder. “But if my profile ever becomes a monster one, I promise I’ll ditch it. I wouldn’t know what to replace human with anyway.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“How?”

I had to curb my response, because I wanted to say, well,tests would help. But Jason wasn’t ready to hear that. “We’ll figure it out,” I said again. “Butyoudislike pushy people? You are the pushiest—”

Jason lunged so fast to kiss me, my mouth was already open for his tongue to slide in. Pushy. So I pushed back. I pushed hard enough that I pushed Jason down onto the bed. The noises hestarted to make were growly. His fingers gripping the front of my shirt felt pointier. I even felt a little fur when I slipped my hands up under his shirt, but if he nicked my lip with fangs again, I could handle it.

The doorbell rang.

We laughed.

“Let your mom get it?” I suggested.

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