Chapter 4Zenon grew dizzy from all the back and forth. One second the female was taking care of the male, the next the male was taking care of the female, and then they switched again. There were so many emotions, he grew confused.
“Ghurva, wash the male.”
Ghurva widened his eyes. “I don’t—”
“I don’t need anyone to wash me. Show me where the shower is, and I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not showering alone. What if you fall, get dizzy, vomit again? You can’t—”
Zenon held his breath for a second. “So, you’ll wash your mate.”
“No!”
“No!”
He looked at Ghurva. Mates didn’t wash each other? Zenon hadn’t had anyone wash him once he’d grown old enough to do it himself, but he figured mates did if there was a need for it. He’d always imagined showing a softer side to his mate if he ever found his.
