I'm glad.
The god brushes a feather-soft kiss over my lips before carefully lowering me down to my feet.
You still have about an hour to shower and have breakfast.
Although his thoughtfulness makes it seem like I'm the master between us two, no way am I going to point that out. I'm no martyr, so if this god wants to pamper me, he's free to do so...oh!
All thoughts fly away when I feel the god start undressing me, and all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut as he efficiently gets rid of my coat and my nightgown.
I want to watch you bathe, moraki mou.
His lips brush my ear as he lays his thought out in my mind, and my senses are still tingling even by the time he releases me from his hold.
I slowly open my eyes, and my heart hammers against my chest when it's already his bestial form that greets me. I can't help feeling sinful and decadent, with my body completely exposed to a creature so monstrous and savage in appearance.
The beast has settled in a couchant position next to the doorway, and its eyes of gold and blue blatantly devour the sight of me as I step into a tub that's already filled with foamy, bubbly-hot water.
It watches me in silence as I shampoo my hair, and I can feel its gaze narrow as I start soaping my body. A memory stirs in my mind, and I find myself scrubbing just a little harder. Now is yet another good time for me to talk about the possibility of someone divine framing me in the past, but...what if this only makes my god feel guilty? What if he'll end up leaving again?
The thought alone makes me shiver, and I quickly urge myself to think of something else. Something nicer and less dangerous like...the god telling me it's possible for him to make love to me in its bestial form?
Eeeep!
I quickly duck my head under the water to cool my suddenly-red cheeks. Stop being such a perv, Halyna! Just stop it—-
Stop...what?
Realizing in horror that it's actually possible to accidentally blurt something in one's mind, I straighten back up, and water splashes over the tub as my head emerges from the water. "It's...uh...nothing," I prevaricate quickly. I know the god's more than aware I'm sexual putty in his hands, but for him to also know I have it so bad that I'm this close to saying yes to furry hanky-panky?
The thought has me swiftly reaching for a towel, but the god beats me to it, his bestial form disappearing in the midst of his transformation.
Let me.
I struggle to stay still as he briskly works the towel down my body.
It's a pity you have class today.
The seductive purr I sense from his words makes me shudder, and my lips part in a silent moan. I think...I think I'm ready to play truant if it means being able to spend the rest of the day in his arms. But just as I'm about to say this, the god's next words are already filling my mind—-
All done.
I bite back a groan even as I let the god lead me out of the en-suite, but my disappointment quickly turns into curiosity when I realize I finally have some time to look around his bedroom—-whoa!
"That bed is massive!"
A necessity, I'm afraid, as I sometimes prefer my other form when sleeping...and fucking, of course.
THE GOD IS STILL LAUGHING his invisible head off an hour later, and I think it's the only reason he's insisted on walking me to class. Being the divinely beastly creature that he is, he doesn't seem to have any plans of letting me forget how his words freaked me out to the point of making me run...straight into the still-closed door of his bedroom.
You should think about getting a job, I grumble in my mind. You clearly need something better to occupy your time.
I do have a job.
Seriously?
Of course.
Well, what it is?
Making sure no man steals you from me.
Swoon.
I mean, ugh.
Did that make your heart skip a beat, little bird?
Nope!
We both know it's a lie, but sometimes, you just have to do what you can to save face.
Up ahead, we both see Anise Building coming up, and as my steps slow down, the god's words unroll in my mind.
Are you sure you don't want to skip classes today?
I take out my phone so I can pretend I'm reading a text while I speak to my god. I think it's better if I don't. If I do, it might turn into a bad habit.
Resting for another day after someone stabbed you is not a bad habit.
Thank you for worrying about me, but I promise, I'm going to be fine.
And...uh...thanks for walking me to class.
We can, um, part here—-
Is that so?
Uh...yeah?
I was thinking I could keep you company in class.