Looking down to the edge of my cloak, she suddenly bore a bashful expression. My smirk widened. “Whatever you want to say, say it. Trust me, I’ve heard it all.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “Can—can I touch it?” A rare grin split my face. She was adorable. Slipping it from beneath my cloak, I unfurled my tail on her bed, the blanket soft and supple beneath its weight. She reached out a hand and felt along its length. I shivered involuntarily, unused to the feel of someone else’s skin against it. Flinching, she snatched her fingers back, glancing at me warily. “It’s fine, it’s just…sensitive,”
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