Page 98 of Falling in Love with A Tiny Bat

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I have been scandalized.

Yawning after ending yet another successful stream, I head to my room, expecting anything but Alexios to make good on his joke from earlier.

As my eyes adjust to the dimness of my bedside lamp illuminating my husband, my mouth drops open. Fully masculine, Alexios liessprawledatop my comforter.

His gaze lifts off his phone, and he smiles—seductively. “Evening, angel. Ready for bed?”

“Whatare you wearing?” I blurt, aghast.

“Bunny costume.”

Blinking, I thrust my fingers back into my hair and scan him. “I… Yes, I can see that.”

Helounges, snugly,fluffily, in a black bunny onesie. “Then why did you ask?”

I do not know.

Perhaps I feared I was hallucinating.

Making a pitstop to peek in at my little baby, I murmur, “Is this what you considermale lingerie?”

“Lingerie is a generically female term used to refer to underwear or nightclothes. If these are my nightclothes, and I am male, then this ismale lingerie.”

I don’t know why I think we’re missing a few key definition details, but after a three-hour stream, I’m not sure I’m ready to debate this topic. Humming, I dip to touch a kiss to Ash’s gray forehead, then I take myself to the bathroom, remove my stream makeup, and brush my teeth.

Alexios in his bunny costume still hits me between the brows when I step out in a set of my usual pajamas.

“Why are your ears lop?” I ask, cautiously skirting Ash’s crib to reach my side of the bed.

“Do you prefer erect?”

My stomach somersaults. “N-no.” I grab my blankets and shove them aside. “I was just wondering why you went withthe other kind.”

He smiles, texting innocently. “Because. They’re adorable.”

He is not wrong.

I bury myself in bed, watching him.

He doesn’t look up from his phone as he crosses his ankles. From what I can tell of his feet, they’re padded paws.

Never in a million years would I think I’d wind up in the same bed as a man dressed like a rabbit…

His gaze catches on me. “Are you not going to play your dating sim games tonight?” Setting his phone on the nightstand behind him, he snuggles down atop the comforter, hooks an arm beneath his head, and lets his lips curve upward. “Is it because you’d prefer to engage in flirty dialogue with me instead?”

“You couldn’t handle it.”

“Couldn’t I?”

My eyes narrow. “Webothknow if I start flirting with you, you’ll be excusing yourself to have a crisis in your room for ten to twenty minutes, sweetheart.”

“My bedroom is no longer safe.” His lip protrudes in a pout. “The fungus took over. I’m condemned to have any future crises here. I’ll just pull my floppy ears over my face and hide until my heart rate resumes adequate function.”

“Xios.”

His teeth bare in a smile. “Yes, angel?”

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