Chapter 71: Crikey.

THE STORM OF butterflies spun overhead. It was a tornado of iridescent wings that blurred the air, a constant hum vibrating. Nigel’s head, heavy with contentment, pressed into Pete’s shoulder, the warmth of Pete’s blue skin seeping into his own. A soft sigh escaped him, his body melting further into the alien’s side. A ripple of pleasure, deep and comforting, bloomed in his chest.

A familiar tentacle, silken and inquisitive, traced the line of ...