me to stay with him—even if it was way too soon for that.
When Theron sent me the address, I entered it into GPS, surprised to see he only lived a few
miles from the club. That could be convenient in the future.
It’ll take me about twenty minutes to get there, I texted on my way into the bathroom. One look
in the mirror had me wishing I hadn’t said that. Theron hadn’t been subtle about the fact he was
looking for a boy. We met in the playroom, which said, at the very least, he wasn’t opposed to me
being little. Would he still like me if he saw me scruffy? My hair was also sticking up in every
direction, but there wasn’t much I could do about that, other than getting it wet and trying to tame it a
bit.
In short, I was a mess. And maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. There had been a time in my life
when I’d adopted the attitude that people could either take or leave me, but I wasn’t going to change
to make anyone happy. I needed to find that guy again because no way would he have been angsting
over whether he’d make a good impression on a man.
Iwantedto be that guy again. But doing so meant forgetting everything that had happened during
my freshman year of college before I’d taken yet another year off to get my shit together.
Mav was right; it was time to take back the control I was still giving Anthony over my life. The
first tiny step I could take toward that goal wasnotobsessing about being the adorable, clean-shaven
twink I’d been the night I met Theron. If he wanted to me to go to his house to study, he’d have to see
me in full student-mode.
My stomach started to churn the closer I got to Theron’s house. The difference between where he
lived and my place, was like night and day. When the GPS announced that I had arrived at my
destination, I gaped at the house in front of me, then checked the text from Theron to make sure I
didn’t screw up and enter the wrong address. No way couldthisbe his house. I’d imagined Theron
living in something modest, maybe a townhome with modern furnishings. But no, this was definitely
the address he’d given me.
I grabbed my backpack off the passenger seat and wiped my sweaty palms as I made my way up
the sloped driveway. The front door opened, and Theron greeted me with a broad smile. “I was
beginning to think I’d have to drag you out of the car.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure I’d gotten the right address,” I admitted. My cheeks heated when I realized
how that might sound to him. “I mean, not that you couldn’t have a house like this but it’s not what I
