“Can I touch your hair?” Theyma asked. “I don’t have hair.” She scrunched her face. “Then what’s on your head?” He cocked his head, not certain if she was joking. “Feathers.” “What? No.” She rose up on her knees and slid her fingers questingly into the feathers along his temple. She let out a little gasp. “They are feathers! They look like hair.” She stroked again and again, and Rakhnar’s eyes slid dozily shut. Arousal simmered beneath his skin. His groin tightened. “You’re like a kiwi bird.” “A what?” She’d said the last bit in her human language. “It’s this bird from the human home planet.”
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