He wrapped his arms around me, shushing me. “I’m all gross! You don’t want to touch me!” I sniffled, but didn’t push away. Instead, I stood there, my arms at my sides like limp noodles. “You’re not gross. You’re wonderful. Delightful, awe inspiring. You…watching you in those tunnels. I’m lucky to have you as a mate.” He whispered, his hand gliding up and down my back in smooth, calming strokes. I sniffled harder, blinking back tears. “I ate people.” I whispered. My tummy rumbled and acid bubbled in my chest. “Are you still hungry?” He asked tentatively, his body tensing around mine. “No! I have heartburn. I…don’t think their clothes agreed with me.” I winced at my words, preparing myself for him to pull away in disgust. “Heartburn?” He roared with laughter, his chest beating against

