Page 99 of Falling in Love with A Tiny Bat

“Do you have a little cottontail?”

A dark brow arches. “Are you asking to see my—” He swears.

“Ayesornowill do, truly.”

“Yes.”

Okay, now I do want to see it. Why in the world would he go all out like this? There is no reason for him to craft his magic clothes so intensely. These details are wholly uncalled for. They’re reminding me of the hours I have spent working on insignificant cosplay detailsjust becauseI’ll know whether or not they wereaccurate.

I fold my arms. “Sometimes, you really do seem like my soulmate. Other times, I remember you’re a full-grown man in a bunny suit who will have a breakdown if I ask you to take it off.”

“It’s too cold to take it off, unless you’re inviting me under the blankets with you.”

“My AC is set at a modest seventy-two.”

“One degree lower, and it’s a Honduran winter.”

Fair enough.

I…think.

“Fine.” I lift my chin. “You’re my husband. If you’re comfortable getting into bed naked with someone who isn’t your wife, go right ahead.”

He scoffs. “I wouldn’t benaked. I’m wearing underwear beneath my bunny costume.”

Before I can retort, he rolls out of bed, removes his cuff links which I didn’t see on his sleeves before, and…

Well.

Um.

It’s not exactly like he’sstripping, is it?

Not when his outfit simply phases out of existence, leaving behind a pair of black boxers,which, for the record,I am not looking at. While I’m busynot looking atall his toned muscle and pale skin, he pulls the blankets down and climbs into bed…with…me.

My heart skips to an odd rhythm.

“Do you want the light off?” he whispers.

“No. Not…yet.”

For several long moments, we look at each other, a foot of bed space between us, my heart tripping about in my chest as unfamiliar sensations take over. It’s extremely plausible that I’m too tired for all this…

“This isn’t fair,” I say.

“What isn’t?”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, and I don’t know what you’re feeling, but you’re privy to both.”

“Ah.” He presses his lips together and sinks deeper into bed, getting cozy. “You’re okay. You’re not afraid, or overly nervous. You feel safe.” He smiles. “With me. Even like this.”

“Ew.”

He breathes a laugh.

“What about you? What areyoufeeling?”

“At odds with the fabric. It’s rare I let something I haven’t crafted myself touch me like this without the barrier of my clothing. You have nice sheets at least.”

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