Arcanthus’s brows fell. “It’s not going to bite you, Samantha.” “It-It’s moving! It’s split!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, leaving her voice muffled when she asked, “Did I break it?” “It’s not broken!” Arcanthus grasped the loincloth on the bed beside him, meaning to cover himself,
Honestly more alien romance books need a moment where the human woman is shocked/frightened by the alien male’s genitals… because it just makes sense.
