“Whereareuuu going? Please don’t leave me...” he begged, and my heart cracked.
“I’m just going to shower, sweet boy, then I’ll be right back. I promise I’m not leaving you,” I assured him, stroking his hair again to soothe him back to sleep.
“Promise? Everyone always leaves me…”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he was already snoring softly again, and I cursed under my breath as I went to take my shower.
Everyone always leaves me.
I was so fucking fucked.
Iwoke up to an empty bed and immediately panicked.
No. No, no, no, no!
He promised he wouldn’t leave! I shot up and was about to bolt out the door when he appeared, holding a plate full of eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee.
“Ah, you’re up.” He beamed at me, and I was struck again by the fact that he wassmiling.
Like arealsmile, one that reached all the way to his eyes.
Had I done that?
“Yeah, uhm.” I cleared my throat, doing my best to calm my still frantically beating heart. Rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, I gave him a sheepishgrin.
“I thought you left.”
He frowned. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you, and I meant it. I was just making you breakfast.”
He came and sat on the bed, handing me the plate and putting the coffee down next to the bottle of lotion he’d used last night.
My cheeks flushed at the memory.
“Eat,” he ordered, and my stomach growled as if on cue. He chuckled as my eyes widened, and I realized suddenly that I was fuckingstarving.
Without waiting to be told again, I dug in, shoving the eggs into my mouth in giant forkfuls, groaning at how perfectly cooked they were.
“Worked up quite the appetite, I see.” He was grinning at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I nodded, swallowing, before taking a big sip of coffee and moving on to the bacon.
“You’ll get used to it. The first couple of times will take a bit of a toll,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest.
I blinked at him, feeling a rush of excitement as he casually poked a finger into one of my dimples.
“You mean… we’re going to do that again?” I asked eagerly, though my asshole throbbed in protest as I said the words.
Fuck I was sore…
I munched happily on my last piece of bacon, and he took the empty plate out of my lap. He placed it on the end table before pitching my chin between his fingers.
“Oh yes, Finn. We’re going to be doing that again.”
“Now!?” I gasped, and he chuckled, the dark, dominating sound rolling over my flesh and making me shiver.
“That depends. Let’s see how you’re recovering. On your stomach, please. Push your ass up for me.”
“What, why?”
“Don’t question me, do as you’re told, or you won’t get your reward.”
