Page 62 of Stags

She laughed softly. “Now, you’re asking me out?”

“Yeah.”

She gestured. “Somebody kind of got me all dirty.”

“Did they. What a jackass.”

She giggled. “I need to get cleaned up.”

“Should you do that? I mean, should you wash away all that, um, sperm?”

She turned bright red, but she was still smiling. “Maybe not. I still need to change my clothes if I’m going to be seen in public.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let me help you change your clothes.”

She laughed again. “You’re…”

“I know,” he said. “Sorry about that. You did come over here, though.”

“Just meet me in the lobby,” she said. “Okay?”

“Okay, that also works,” he said. “But if you need help removing clothing, you know, ever, I’m just saying I’m here for you.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed and walked off. “Watch it. You’re on thin ice.”

He came after her.

She turned to look at him, batting her eyelashes. “Sir.”

Fuck. He was hard. He caught her by the hand and pulled her in against him.

She gasped up at him.

He kissed her.

She sighed. “Lobby,” she breathed. “Lunch. Later.”

He let go of her.

AFTER LUNCH, RORAand Stockton wandered around town. She wanted to go into a bookstore, and he trailed behind her and she waited for him to tease her about the books she was reading, but he was pulling them off the shelf and thumbing through them without comment.

She snatched the book he had out of his hands. “We’re friends now, Stockton, so you have to be supportive of my hobbies, the way good friends are.”

“This is your hobby?” He snatched the book back. “If I knew this sort of thing counted as a hobby, I wouldn’t have panicked because I thought I didn’t do anything with my life besides school and Maibell.” He opened the book up to a page in the middle, eyes scanning the words. “I didn’t think women liked this kind of stuff.”

“Are you serious?” she said, giggling.

“I mean, this is just a jackal gangbang on some little rabbitkin girl, huh?”

She snatched it back. “It is aromance. It’s called reverse harem.”

“Because, it’s—oh, got it, a harem is usually female.”

“Yes,” she said.

“How is it romantic? That scene seemed like porn.”

“Porn is pictures and videos,” she said. “If it’s written down, it’s erotica.”

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