CHAPTER 12
PERRIGAULThere was a long pause. “What now?” she asked.
She pushed at his chest and he rolled off.
“From observation,” he said. “The Nakkoni do not press their mouths together to express affection.”
At first, he thought the practice to be unhygienic, but he had grown to appreciate the gesture.
“Oh. How do you express affection?” she asked.
“Several ways. A parent will often brush their hand along a child’s jaw spikes. Like this.” He brushed the back of his hand along her jawline.
She mimicked the gesture, smiling. “That’s sweet. What else?”
“Mates,” he said, his throat feeling dry, “stroke their frills.”
“Like this?” Her finger trailed down his neck frill, and a delicious shiver went through him.
She snatched her hand back like she’d hurt him. Far from it.
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