Chapter 55: The morning after.
THE COOL AIR kissed his skin the second Pete shifted away from him. All night, Nigel had turned into the royal’s embrace, subconsciously cuddling the bloke. He’d moved when Pete moved, shifted when Pete did, his body instinctively following the source of warmth.
The hug was marvelous, truly unique, and special, though Nigel wasn’t entirely sure why he thought that. He told himself the only reason Pete’s warm skin had enchanted him was because being squeezed all night was a new sensation, a strange comfort. But Nigel knew, deep down, that wasn’t true.
When he was young, his mum cuddled him when he was sick, her human arms soft and familiar. His creator snuggled him when he couldn’t sleep, a solid, comforting presence with big, strong tentacles. But it had never felt as wholly delicious, as profoundly right, as what Pete did.