Shelby continued to be confusing and fascinating, but that was a big part of what I liked about him, so I hoped he never changed.
“I wonder what he thinks about that new nude line.” Shelby’s random musing had me trying to remember what he’d been looking up online lately. “The fake penises covering up the real ones are interesting.”
Oh.
Those.
Yeah, they were going to end up being really good friends.
“Do you know the legal system is trying to decide if they fall under the decency laws?” Shelby perked up again, nearly bouncing as he kissed my cheek. “What do you think?”
I thought I was going to need to review the fashion blogs he followed a bit closer since it seemed like they were trying to start some kind of revolution with the decency laws.
And I thought I was going to have to do some financial research too.
“I think you are fascinating and adorably smart.”
And cute when he blushed.
Chapter 9
Shelby
“No, Twilight Night is a better game. It’s got a stupid name and the storyline doesn’t seem to go anywhere besides that vampire dungeon but it’s much better.” I wasn’t sure if it was being a middle that made Collin so confident or just him knowing Not-Henry a little too well, but he was wrong.
“Twilight Night doesn’t go anywhere besides the dungeon where you get eaten because they ran out of money before they finished the game and the storyline is literally going in circles for the same reason.” Collin looked like he wanted to throw up his hands, but his Daddy was trying not to smile, so it couldn’t be a bad reaction. “Why is it better than Midnight Run?”
“The main character in Midnight Run wears one outfit the entire game. One. There’s no way to change his clothes and you can’t even upgrade to a different level and get new gear. One outfit. Baggy cargo pants and a black T-shirt. He’s like those online personalities that wear the same thing in every video because some omega told them they looked good in it.”
Entirely too many alphas ended up doing that and it was painful.
“His outfit?” Collin blinked, definitely looking more grown-up and less little or middle or whatever he’d called himself. Heseemed to be using some of the words interchangeably and it was confusing. “His outfit?”
Was he mad or broken?
As I leaned over and cuddled against Not-Henry, I covered my mouth and dropped my voice. “Is he broken? He’s just blinking at me.”
“His outfit?”
And saying that.
Not-Henry coughed but managed not to laugh, so I decided I was okay with his reaction…as long as he could answer my question.
“He’s…he’s really into games. Online ones. Video games. App games. Um. I don’t think he’s ever had anyone debate him on the best ones using your logic.” Not-Henry seemed confident about that and didn’t bother whispering, so Collin’s Daddy nodded too.
That was weird.
“Well, he doesn’t play the best games, so I’m trying to be nice and have a conversation.” I was starting to think other people were just weird and it wasn’t me. “I was being nice.”
He was just wrong.
But I was still being nice.
“What…” Collin’s brain seemed to be resetting like a computer but it took a few false starts before he got anything else out. “What is the best game?”
“Diary of a Badass Slayer.”
“Diary of a Badass Slayer.”
