Goblin Boyfriend Brict (special preview)

You can already smell the ocean and the beach. Glancing out your window, you see the wide expanse of the horizon turn into nothing but water. You grin, unable to hold back your excitement.

“You really do love the water,” Brict says, reminding you of his presence.

You sit back down. “Yes,” you murmur. “I love to swim.”

“Hopefully, it will be warm enough for that,” Brict replies. “To be honesty, I never have.”

You stare at him and gasp. “You can’t swim?”

He wags his finger. “I didn’t say can’t,” he corrects.

“But you said you never have!” You’re so alarmed by this. Swimming has always been your favorite thing in the world. It seems absurd to you that someone doesn’t know how or has never been. “If you’ve never been how can you?”

“I’m sure I can swim if I tried it,” he chuckles.

“It’s not so easy,” you lean forward in your seat. “The water isn’t something to be trifled with you know?”

Brict grins. “I like the look in your eyes. You’re even more beautiful than the day I first saw you.”

Your cheeks ache with heat and you glance aside. A smile still blossoms on your face. “Thank you,” you murmur.

The small cottage that Brict bought was cozy. It had just a handful of rooms and only one of them held a bed. It was obvious Brict had ideas when he got this place.

“You can have the bed,” Brict says. “I can find somewhere to curl up and sleep.”

“No,” you scratch the back of your neck. “It’s big enough,” you murmur. “I mean...the whole point of the Elamot is to share, right?” 

Brict tries to bite back a grin, but you caught it. “I promise, I won’t do anything unless you ask for it.” He then takes off the clothes he’s wearing.

“What-” you yelp and bounce on your toes. “What...what are you doing?”

“Oh,” he rubs his hand down his hairy chest. “I was just getting comfortable.”

You look away, holding your breath. 

“Elamot usually is spent completely naked,” he explains. “I thought you knew that.”

You huff and swallow the lump in your throat back down. “I did-” your voice cracks. “I just thought.” You glance at him, your eyes lingering a bit. You snap your attention away again. “I’ve never-” you place your palms over your stomach and chest.