Orc Boyfriend: Ozren 2 (special preview)

Obresh had never been your destination. It was a happy accident you ended up here. Running away from home in the first place, you had intended to get much farther away. Life had other plans though, and life left you here. Life gave you Ozren. While a first that seemed like such a strange thing, you now knew this was exactly what you needed.

Big, loveable Ozren, he gave you the world and asked for nothing in return. He just wanted to see you happy and smile. The day he selected you during the Reaping, you didn’t want to believe it. All your life you had been told you weren’t worth anything, but Ozren saw you as all the treasure in the world.

Lately, sleep has been hard to come by, you wake at strange intervals and find it impossible to fall back to sleep. So you lay there in that big bed and listen to Ozren breathe. He’s so gentle and peaceful, it’s nice being able to watch him slumber. He lays on his back when he sleeps, so you often picture him as a mountain laying beside you. His long, curly hair is splayed out all over his pillow, so you reach out and curl a lock around your finger. You’ve been helping him brush it and tend to it lately, and you’ve found comfort in touching it. He’s quite the hairy guy, but the curls on his head are by far your favorite.

The reaping was a few months ago now, and you and Ozren are growing closer day by day. You starting to feel like love is a possibility, but sometimes a voice in the back of your head warns you that you’re still not good enough for love, for this level of comfort. You’ve been trying very hard to ward it off.

You scoot closer to Ozren in bed, snuggling up to his side. His arm then lifts up and holds you close. “Can you not sleep, my rose?”

You rest your cheek against him. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I felt ya stir, cracked me just a bit.” Ozren squeezes his arm around you. “What troubles ya so? What can I do to make it go away.”

You place your hand upon his bare chest and lean your face against his side. “Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

“Nah, that ain’t gonna work. I’ll never sleep knowin’ something is botherin’ ya.” His hand rubs up and down your back lovingly. “We can just talk if ya want.”

I sigh heavily and look up at him, only seeing his chin and tusks. “Talk about what?”

He chuckles. “Whatever ya want.”

You lay your cheek back against him and sigh. “I’m really happy here with you, Ozren.”

“That’s good, very good,” he says sleepily. “I try my hardest to make sure ya are. It does me good to know you feel that way.”

You smile to yourself. “You’re very good to me. Thank you.”

“I like having ya around,” he chuckles. “Makes me feel like a younger man again. Like I could do anything.”

“What do you mean? You’re still young.” You tilt your chin up to look at him again. “That’s absolutely silly.”

He laughs quietly. “I could still be younger. Could have less silver in my hair. I’m not one of these young swains walking around the village swinging barrels and getting piss drunk every night.”

“I’m glad you aren’t.”

He kisses the top of your head and makes you smile. “I used to, back in those younger days. I would come out of the bar at dawn and not feel sober until the next time I went inside.”

“How are you alive?”

He clicks his tongue. “I’m not sure.”

You sit up in bed and look down at him. “I’m glad those days are behind you. I’m even more glad you’re here now.”

He reaches up and cups your face in his palm. “I suppose all that youth was good for something, was the road that led me to you.”

You smile down at him. “Seems like a very silly road.”