Smiling, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off the few drops of cum that got on it.
He gapes at me, his cheeks growing a darker red. “Thanks.” I chuckle as I take the tissues and clean my mess off the ground. Thank god it’s not carpet.
Getting to my feet, I put my own dick away before checking in on Blake.
“You okay?” I ask, eyes flicking between his.
“Okay? I’m better than okay. That was amazing. When can we do it again?”
I let out a surprised laugh, joy filling my damn soul. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Yes.” He smiles wide, with an adorably dopey, blissed out look on his face. “But I’m your monster.”
“Mhm,” I hum, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “Yes, yes you are.”
And I intend to do whatever I can to keep it that way.
Chapter 18
Blake
Over the past week, I’ve noticed differences between boyfriend Cooper versus friend Cooper.. We still hang out all the time, talk on the phone, text, everything we were doing before.
But now I get cuddles, kisses and hand holding. Things I’ve never shown interest in previously, never saw the need for, but now can’t get enough of.
Never in my life did I think I’d be a goner for cute nicknames, but I’ve come to love it when he calls me Latte Boy and now I’ve been upgraded tobabeorbaby.
I used to think it was cliche, roll my eyes and call it cringy. Now every time he says it, I melt into a puddle of goo.
“Hey, big brother.” Nina leans in the doorway of my room. “You got a moment?”
“Yeah, for sure, what's up?”
“First, Mom wants to know if Cooper is coming with us to Grandma and Grandpa’s place for Thanksgiving.”
“Shit.” My eyes widen as I spin around to face her. “I didn’t even think about that.” I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “I assumed he was going to do something with his dad. I didn’t even think to ask if he wanted to come with us.”
“I think you should,” Nina says. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
“I guess.” I nod. “You said first, what else?”
She gives me a soft smile as she steps into her room. “I was just talking to Mom and she let something slip.”
“Ah, okay? What does that mean?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were demisexual?”
My heart stops and a wave of nerves hits me. I’m not good with feelings, I never know how to voice them. I’malways awkward. Opening up to Mom was something out of the ordinary for me. I’m glad I did though, because I didn’t know how much I needed it. But that was in the moment, when I was going through some big feelings. I’ve had time to acknowledge them, grow to understand them better and feel more comfortable.
“Oh...” I blink at her, taken off guard.
“I want you to know, if I knew, I wouldn’t have teased you when it came to guys and girls. At the time, I thought I was being playful, just teasing you, but now that I know, it was probably frustrating, maybe upsetting? I don’t know. I don't want to define your feelings for you, I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I love you and I just want you to be happy. I’m glad you found your person, your safe place.” She gives me a watery smile.
My damn heart feels like it’s going to explode. Stepping forward, I pull my little sister into my arms. This is why I don’t want her to know about how the kids in high school treated me. She has a big heart and I know she would have felt my pain tenfold.
“Thank you.” I clear my voice when it cracks. “I love you, too. I’m not mad and you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t know and I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You can tell me anything.” Her eyes flick between mine. “No matter what. You’re my big brother and I’m on your side, always.”
