Chapter 12
Cyrus descends to a small clearing in the woods behind my house, and I follow. He gracefully transforms a few strides after he lands. He walks to a tree, reaches up, and works to untie a black plastic garbage bag from a branch. When he finally gets it down, he pulls out a backpack.
Shoot, I’m staring. I’ve never seen so much naked man in my entire life. I don’t quite know what to do when he turns around. I search for something interesting. Look! A rock. God, I hope unicorns can’t turn red. Nope, we can’t. I remember now. s**t, but I’m pretty sure he heard all that.
I glance at him, and he flashes one of his award-winning smiles. I don’t remember how to look casual as a unicorn, so I turn away.
“It’s safe.” He’s still shirtless, but at least he has board shorts on now. He sli
