Love Me, Sleeve Me

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I lay next to Jasper, cuddled up to his ribs, my shoulder nestled up into his armpit. I traced lazy circles in the hair on his chest as he dozed. The little window of his dormitory room glowed with the first rays of dawn. My stomach had woken me up a little while before, but it could wait. I’d rather be a little hungry than be away from him, right then. Besides, we were both naked, and the room would still be chilly for a bit.

He woke, took a deep breath, then blinked and looked down at me. A smile took shape on his face. A gentle smile. The kind that made me feel warm, protected, and loved.

Jasper got a lot of attention. He stood out, and not just for his nine foot frame. He was also the only giantkin at the school. As a halfling, I was much less than half his height, and also the only one of my kind at the school. So when we became a couple, the grapevine took notice.

I never intended to be his lover. But I came in late to class one day and sat through one of Professor Morel’s lectures sitting cross-legged on Jasper’s huge desk, and fell for him when he made a quip about having more...