Compilation Of Short Stories
It was, perversely, the perfect cover for an incubus in withdrawal.
His assigned partner was Faye. She was a woodworker, her hands calloused and strong, with a steady gaze that saw more than most. She didn’t flinch when they were paired for the first exercise, “Non-Sexual Touch Exploration.”
In a small, private side-room with beige walls and a single worn mat, she simply looked at him. “So. A pleasure demon wants to learn about human touch.”
“The currency of my kind is want,” Xaphan said, the words feeling foreign. “We inspire it, we consume it. We do not… share it. Not like you do.”