Dwarf Boyfriend (special preview)

You glare at him. His eyes are frosty blue to match his dark black hair and bear. You then sigh and shake your head. You’re standing there, dripping into a puddle. You’ve got no choice. If he was welcoming enough to bring you into his home, the least you could do was accept the kind offer or go back out into the storm.

“I’ll adjust it,” you grumble. “I’m just-” you huff and shake your head again.

“No need to talk about it,” he hands out a cloth to you so you can mop yourself up. “If you need some dry clothes, I may have a tunic that will cover you.”

You lay your arm across your chest, realizing your clothes are clinging in an obscene way to your body. Not only that, your nipples have decided to rise from the dead. “I would appreciate it,” you grumble.

He goes over to a chest of drawers by the fireplace and then tosses a bundle at you. “You can go through that door there. Afraid I don’t have anywhere for you to change. I’ll turn my back and you can go behind the bed there.”

You frown, looking around the one room cabin before looking back at the dwarf. “If I catch you peeking-” you start.

“I know,” he chuckles, turning towards the fire and sitting there. “I’m dead.”

You scoff, going to the otherside of the bed and stripping off the wet clothes. You slip on the tunic, finding it fits quite well, even if it is a tad short. You’ll have to be careful or your ass will be on full display.

“Thanks,” you murmur as you hang your dress by the fire.

He sighs as he lights his pipe. He’s sorting through the rocks that were in the leather bucket he was carrying. “That name’s Varrick,” he replies then pats the stool beside him.

You take the seat, keeping your thighs pinched together. “Thanks again,” you murmur. 

“So then,” Varrick glances at you, “how did a little mermaid like you wash up on my beach?”

“Your beach?” I grump. 

He chuckles, tossing a rock into the fire after a close inspection. “There’s a mine under the lake that my family owns. Therefore, I own the beach.”

You watch his hard, stubby fingers as they sort through the rocks in the bucket. You notice he has on rings with jewels in them, most of them sapphires. In his hair and bear there are braids dotted with sapphire beads. You wonder why someone with sapphire would live in a one room shack.

You huff and lean back in the seat, slouching down so your ears are near your shoulders. “I was dumped,” you grumble.