Page 104 of Cosmic Husband

I crept to the food dispenser to get a glass of water. My lower brain wanted to jump him and screw the future, while my anxiety brain wanted to weigh every possible scenario, which I could do until the universe imploded.

Pushing away from the wall, I brushed my lips over his forehead. His silky scales had almost imperceptible ridges, and I loved the feel of them. I wanted to trace them with my tongue and kiss every inch to test if they felt the same all over his body.

“My Seth,” he whispered, tail hooking around my wrist.

Kal tugged me down next to him, upsetting Lucy, who squeaked in annoyance before hopping off. His arms wrapped around my waist, settling me on top of him. “How was class?”

“Wyn knocked me on my ass repeatedly. How was binge-watching?”

His forehead creased. “What?”

I chuckled. “Your show.”

“Oh. It’s fine. I like this one too.”

“Classic sci-fi fan. I would’ve never guessed.”

“Is that bad?”

“No.” With a deep breath, I took the plunge. “I like this.”

“You like this show?”

“I like this with you. Right now.” Feelings and relating said feelings were not easy, but I was getting better. With each confession, the anxiety of speaking lessened.

“Me too. More than I thought possible.” His amethyst eyes turned warm as his thumb stroked my bottom lip. “I love you, Seth.”

My mouth fell open. “W-what?”

“I love you. Do you understand what this means?”

I scrambled off him as a cold sweat started dampening my back. “I understand the words. But…” I shook my head. “You lo—” I could not even get the word out. “You? Me?”

“Yes,” Kal said, standing. “I love you.”

“That’s…” I shook my head as I searched for something to say, but I had nothing except the alarms blaring in my head. “Alright. Yeah. I got it.”

I backed up, bumping into the wall. I slipped into my bedroom to block the sight of Kal staring sadly at me. A second later, Lucy screeched to be let in. I pressed the panel, the door opened, she came in, and I closed it again.

No one had told me they loved me since my mother died. I had literally no idea what to do with those words.

I stumbled to the bed and sat down, numb. “Okay. Right.”

That was not the response I’d been hoping for. I had visions of him leaping into my arms, and we would spend some quality time in my room or his. I would make him pant in pleasure and scream my name, then at the end, he would declare he planned to stay. None of that happened. Seth had turned shockingly pale and ran away.

He hadn’t seemed happy, more terrified than anything. His fear plucked at my soul. How could someone being in love with him make him afraid?

Pimtimzol words came back to me. How could Seth trust me when I didn’t trust him?

The thought of sharing my past made me want to run from myself. What if I shared everything and Seth didn’t like what he saw? Would he leave?

“Choose me,” I whispered to his door.

Chapter 31

Well, this is awkward.

I tugged on my shoes.

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