He dipped his head. “I’m sorry. For touching you without your permission. Sometimes my tentacles have a mind of their own.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was apologizing to me? When I was the one who acted like a complete and utter dick to him? “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way.” I lowered my voice, even though it was only the two of us in the pool. “Sometimes I’m weird about touch and, like, affectionate gestures.” Cyrus raised his head and stared at me. “I heard from Fallon that you don’t like monsters.” Fucking Fallon and his big fucking mouth.
