The moment I am no longer laying on top of Max, he suddenly becomes overly conscious of his lack of a top. He rests his hands on his chest, trying to hide it from me. It’s a little strange, but perhaps he has a lack of confidence? Is that why he keeps stopping me?If this is the reason, then I might encourage him to realise he has nothing to be shy about. With this in mind, I lean over and use one hand to lower his, while my other hand cups his cheek. He looks at me in surprise but doesn’t prevent me from doing so.“Max, you don’t have to hide your body from me. Whatever reason you think you have, trust me when I say this; you are sexy. Just because you wished for this doesn’t mean my actions are only because of what I originally came here to do,” I tell him. My words kept soft so he might know how genuine I am being.The way he blushes tells me I might have hit the mark on my guess. I’m not lying, exactly. I do still wa

Finally, getting out of the house and not just shopping has me excited about what I might do or find out here. It has been too long since I have had time to just spend time to myself and although I have lived for so long, it doesn't mean I have spent any of that time pretending to be human.As soon as the two of us had gotten into more casual clothes that Max found agreeable, we were finally outside and he took me to some bars that were close to his apartment.“Be on your best behaviour!” Max warned me for the tenth time. “No magic, transformations, nothing strange!”“I know! I know,” I respond, holding up my hands innocently. “Nothing I will do will be something humans themselves cannot do. I swear on my pride as a dragon!”With a sigh, Max gives up lecturing me and instead says, “no being jealous of my friends either. You absolutely must be kind to them.”“I’ll be kind,&rdquo

For the next few days, Max has work, which does not settle my nerves. Now that Hafgan has shown his ugly soul-face, I cannot leave Max alone for fear he might get possessed. I try to stay out of his way of work as a whole, but I keep myself within reachable distance.I hope he doesn’t notice me. He might get upset with me for following him to work, and he has been adamant from the start for me to never do that. I don’t want to upset him now, after getting this far with him. Not that it feels like we’re a couple yet, but baby steps.For the first hour, I sense nothing irregular, so I spend most of my time outside in the gardens close by, but it doesn’t take much longer than that for Hafgan’s soul to show up. I quickly make my way inside and corner Hafgan in the sea area.“You must fight me!” I tell him, not paying much attention to the rare guest in the area. Hafgan makes no response to me, just shimmers.That is w

The night alone felt long compared to the previous night when I had slept next to Max. I woke up feeling disoriented and unimpressed with how much one night with the man had changed me somehow. Whatever the reason, my body yearned to be next to his.I stepped into the living room, where Max was already up and about. Or I assumed it was him. I couldn’t be completely sure, as there was no way to distinguish the two of them. I just had to take my chances.“Are you still mad at me?” I questioned who I hoped was Max.As soon as he turned to look at me, I let out a sigh before lowering my head an inch and growling. It was Hafgan, and he was smirking at me widely as if to mock me.“I was correct in my assessment,” Hafgan smugly claimed as he spread his hands out wide in a dramatic pose. “You won’t hurt this body for fear of upsetting the host. It really is the perfect body for me

When we get back home, Max seems in a much better mood than he had been earlier. I’m glad because he is a joy to be around when he is in a good mood. Keeping him in a pleasant mood is going to be more complicated now with Hafgan in the picture.Max takes out a bottle of wine from his cupboard and hands me a glass. Although I have not tried this particular wine, I know exactly what it is. If he wants to share a drink tonight, then I am not against the notion.He is more honest with me after he has had some alcoholic courage, and this afternoon is no different. It doesn’t take either of us long to finish the bottle, then another. I’m sure he would have helped himself to another, but my fear of Hafgan taking over during this moment keeps me from allowing Max to get completely wasted.I’ve quickly learned Max’s tolerance isn’t all that good. Tonight is no different. He climbs onto my lap and pushes me against the couch by the shoulders. First, he seems to want nothing more than to snuggle