Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Or did it bother him?
Lonnie wanted to know everything about Callan. He managed to hold off until the end of the current episode but eagerly paused the stream before the next one could start. “Are you cool with more questions? I just find your long life fascinating.”
Callan shifted on the sofa as he focused his attention on Lonnie. “Sure.”
“Have you fought in any wars?”
“Yes.”
Lonnie waited for him to elaborate, growing frustrated when he didn’t. “The Revolutionary War? Was that one of them?”
Callan nodded. “Was a terrible time. I don’t like to think about it.”
“I can’t imagine. If wars are a bad question, let’s skip that one. What firsts did you experience?” That was probably confusing and when Callan tugged on his ear then glanced around the room, he rushed to explain. “I mean what are some of the first things that came out during your years that you experienced? Like having electricity in your home? Or driving a car? Those sorts of things.”
Callan took a long time to answer, his smile sheepish. “There are so many. Electricity was one of the best.” He pursed his lips, obviously thinking hard. “I rode on one of the first trains. Was exciting to be able to travel longer distance, though planes are better.”
“You like flying?”
This time, he gifted Lonnie with a real grin. “First class. The seats in coach are too small.”
Callan looked so different with a happy expression on his face and something in Lonnie’s chest tightened because he wanted to see that expression more. Wanted to be the one to put it there.
“Have you ever been married? Or had children?” A huge thought hit his brain—one that alarmed him because he’d already realized he was highly attracted to Callan. “Wait, are you married now?”
“No, and never have been.”
He wasn’t sure why he inwardly breathed a huge sigh of relief—he’d have to think about that. Later. Because Callan went on and as he spoke, his tone was heavy with nostalgia.
“I was in one long relationship. Forty years. With a demon like me.”
“What was she like?”
“He,” Callan quickly interjected.
“Oh, you’re gay? I’m pansexual myself.”
Callan smiled. “Pansexual is new.”
Lonnie shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s new, though the term is. I think those of us attracted to people of all genders and identities have always been around.”
“I am also attracted to different genders, but my one relationship was with a man. I like men a lot.” He grinned again.
When he waggled his brows like Lonnie had earlier, Lonnie’s heart just sort of stuttered. And again, Lonnie thought about how Callan should smile more often. His rugged face was meant for smiles over the usual frowns—though he was just as attractive then. And just knowing that Callan liked men had butterflies flitting through Lonnie’s stomach. “What ended the relationship, if you don’t mind answering? If you both live long lives, you could still be together.”
“We both wanted to feel…needed. Both had protective natures and wanted something different. He’s still my friend. We—” He broke off, a frown of concentration pulling his brows closer together. “Like each other still. Get together sometimes. The sex is good.”
Holy hell, the thought of sex with Callan immediately filled Lonnie’s head, and he was so glad Callan couldn’t read his thoughts. Still, his body responded and he, casually as possible, grabbed one of his throws and put it over his lap. What would this demon be like in bed? Or up against walls? Was he just a top or did he like taking it as well? The thought of fucking Callan made him start to sweat. As a verse man, he liked sex every way it came. Nerves set in, and as usual, his mouth just took off.
“My last relationship was with a man, too. Richard. He’s a teacher at the school so I still see him a lot, unfortunately. He was always trying to change me. Didn’t like the way I kept my house. Didn’t like my body.”
Callan’s gaze flicked down to his chest then back up. “There’s nothing wrong with your body.”
“I’m a little thicker than he liked.”
“Look cuddly to me. Cuddly is the sexiest.”
That made Lonnie’s mouth snap shut. Was Callan calling him sexy? He resisted the urge to squirm. Gah.
Richard had not been a cuddler. And afterglow had never been in his wheelhouse either. Sex, then jumping up to immediately shower before crashing instantly into sleep. Come to think of it, Richard had never been much for foreplay, either. Hell, what had Lonnie been even doing with the man? Richard was good looking—very, actually. And he’d been charming. Most of the things that had annoyed Lonnie, he’d written off as quirks like his own. They’d shared a love of anime, though Richard had hated all the figurines and called them dust collectors. He’d also harped on how Lonnie unboxed everything, saying they were all worth more mint in box.