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TaraI think handsome Jax-Xon has a crush on me. That is, if males of his species react at all like Earth males. There are a hundred little tells from the way he eyes me up and down when he thinks I’m not paying attention, to how he tries to include me and make me feel comfortable when others are around.
But the biggest giveaway, and I do mean big, is that leaf loincloths don’t hide much. And they certainly aren’t capable of hiding giant p*****s. Or giant’s p*****s. Whatever the correct form of grammar, this man is a giant, and his p***s is of gigantic proportions. And when he’s erect—which is happening with increasing frequency—it’s not subtle.
Which is a b***h, because Dannie and I have gotten comfortable in his cozy little hut. I was trying to be a glass-half-full kind of girl,
