The ocean around them glowed faintly with drifting plankton light, casting shimmering patterns across Lunari's silver-blue scales as she swam ahead of Allen. Her hips moved with slow, hypnotic grace, tail flicking behind her like she was painting ripples on the sea.
Allen, meanwhile, was drifting several feet behind her, trying very hard not to get distracted by how absurdly sexy a fish woman was.
He failed.
Again.
Because questions were boiling in his brain. Perverted ones. Complicated ones. Curiosity was a drug, and Lunari was the damn supplier.
"Hey, Lunari?" he called out, swimming closer beside her. "Can I ask you something kinda weird?"
She turned her head slightly, soft coral-pink hair floating like ribbons in the current. "You may."
"It's about… mating."
Her eyes widened just a little, but she nodded.
