“We’ll be fine,” Asher huffed. He was so much like those teenagers who were on a few of the shows that Sir had put on over the past week and a half.
I shot Sir a smile, letting him know in my own way that I would be fine. I knew where he’d be.
I hadn’t had another panic attack since that first morning when I woke up and couldn’t find him.Although I was a tiny bit clingy, Sir hadn’t complained one bit.
“He’s…different,” Asher said, tilting his head as Sir disappeared into his office. “In a good way, I mean. He’s not so stuck up as before. Not that he wasn’t nice then. But…yeah.”
I shrugged, taking the tablet back and scrolling on the screen to see if anything would catch my attention.
“I didn’t expect him to really let me come see you.” Asher went on. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t lift my gaze. “Since, you know…we weren’t from the best situations. And you’re older than me by a few years and all. I just didn’t think…” he trailed off.
“Anyhow, what do you think about Allister?” Asher shifted to face me, putting one leg under him and folding the other against his chest, where he wrapped his arm around it loosely. “He is hot for an older guy.”
“He’s closer to my age than yours.” I glanced up at him. Sir was almost thirty. A few years shy, I think.
“That’s because you’re four years older than I am,” he rolled his eyes. “But with the gray dusting of hair that is starting to pop up makes him look older than he is.”
Yeah, so? I didn’t care. He was Sir; what else was he supposed to look like?
“Okay, what’s something you like about Allister’s appearance?”
Oh, that was easy. “His eyes.” They were the softest color and filled with so much emotion when he looked at me. Sometimes, it was like I was his entire world.
I probably looked at him the same way. He was my world.
Not that I minded Asher or April or the lady who was teaching me to cook. They were all starting to be my friends, but Sir was…my Sir. I didn’t have to share him. I got him to myself for hours on end. And I could kiss him whenever I wanted. Or kneel at his feet even though Sir hadn’t let me kneel for him again yet. At least not the way I desperately wanted to.
I hated to admit it, but the one chore a day was almost too much to do, and it didn’t help that I waspicking the ones that took the most amount of time so I could stay busy for as long as possible.
“I figured you’d be all about the abs or something.”
I scrunched up my nose, causing Asher to bark out a laugh. Sure, Sir had nice abs, I guess, but to me, that wasn’t what made him appealing.
“I like Sir for who he is.” His cuddles. Like when he touched me without causing pain. His care. And did I say his kisses?
“You so didn’t have the whole freak out about being a gay issue, did you?”
I shook my head. “I’m not gay.” I just didn’t like anyone but Sir. I said as much, which made Asher give me a scrunched-up nose look.
I briefly wondered what Sir would look like with that look.
“You’ve never been in love? Never had a crush on someone? Ever?”
“No. Why would I?” I never liked any of the men who came to use me. They never treated me with kindness or care. Nothing like what Sir treated me like.
“I had a crush on an older guy once. But I want to crush on someone again, to see if I’m not broken. I’d crush on you, but you are like a brother. And I think that man over there would rather I didn’t cross that line. Brother romance…yeah no thanks.”
I just stared at him, wide-eyed. What the heck was this kid on? I knew he was talkative before, but now he seemed a bit scary. Maybe in a good way.
“Scarlett got me into school, but everyone there drives me crazy. She said it was time for me to find friends and all, but like all they wanted to talk about was sports or girls. Heck, yesterday, I sat with the emo kids, thinking they would be better. And I guess, in a way, they were. But still not my type of person. They just want to know why I’m in foster care, and I can’t say why. That makes me crazy.”
“You kind of are crazy.” I shrugged.
“Well, yeah. But the kids at school don’t need to know that. I’d rather drop out and get my GED and get on with life. But Scarlett says that’s not smart. But I guess she’s been there, so…yeah.”
“Give it time?” That’s what Sir would say, I think.
“Yeah. I know. I just…don’t know where I belong. And being gay and the new quiet kid at school is tough.”
