Page 21 of Never Been Gargoyled
Feydin
Iwas kissing Dazy.
I should not be forcing my kiss on Dazy.
But she was amazing, and I liked her, and she was my fated mate—even if she didn’t know it yet.
Her breath caught, also amazing, and her hands slid up my arms, clinging. Even better, her mouth moved beneath mine.
Kissing me back? I sure hoped so.
It felt wonderful to hold her. She was sweetly rounded and warm and the way she was clutching my arms made everything inside me feel right.
I lifted my head. “I, um…” What did a male say when they kissed someone without asking them first?
“You kissed me,” she said, frowning up at me.
“Yes. It, um, doesn’t have anything to do with mowing lawns. It has to do with you.”
“Me.”
“Yes, see, I was watching you.” All the time. “I know Ishouldn’t, but I can’t help it. And then we were squabbling, and you were incredibly cute in a good way.”
“Can someone be incredibly cute in abadway?”
That made me pause. “I guess if I was calling you cute to be patronizing, that would be a bad way.”
“It would.”
Her frown was not smoothing. How could I chase it away?
“So you were cute in a good way, and I couldn’t help it.”
“Squabbling makes you want to kiss someone?”
“Not just anyone. You.”
Crossing her arms on her chest, she started tapping her sneaker-clad foot on the ground—that also needed mowing. “I don’t understand you.”
“That’s alright. I don’t understand myself much of the time.”
Her laughter snorted out, and she dropped both her frown and her arms to her sides. “Are you sure you want to mow my lawn?”
“I’ll mow anything you ask me to, Dazy.”
She blinked once, her eyes widening and her lips quivering. “Then please feel welcome to continue mowing. But if you get tired, you stop. I’ll finish.”
As if I’d ever get tired of helping her? She was my fated mate. It was my role in life to dote on her, kiss her, and perform tasks such as this to please her.
The latter I saw on TV one time when Helga was watching. It was a show about a male and female living together in a household. She did certain things, and hedid the rest, though he wasn’t very good at it. He seemed to bumble his way through replacing a deck and fixing an appliance in their kitchen, somehow filling the latter with suds when he was done.
The fake audience had laughed. I only know it was fake because Helga told me so. I felt better once I knew, however, because I hadn’t felt like laughing. All I could think of was the mess he was leaving in their kitchen, a mess the woman would probably have to clean up.
I’d stick to mowing Dazy’s lawn for now.
Although, if any of her appliances didn’t work, I’d look online for ways to fix them.
“You’re sure?” she said, backing away.
