“No. I don’t want you to ever walk away.” He lets out the most adorable sigh. “I know I’m impossible.”
“Impossibly perfect. Never impossible.”
I stare at him solemnly.
“I promise I won’t ever walk away from you.”
He nods, but he’s not finished.
He lets me see him—all vulnerable and open before he hides his face in the crook of my neck.
“You spoil me by wanting to be with me.”
I lift his chin. I need him to see the truth in my eyes.
“You spoil me by existing,” I say quietly. “So there’s that.”
His lips part.
“Spoiling you is my love language,” I continue. “So if you let me, I want to keep spoiling you.”
“I’m glad,” he whispers. “Because I really want you to. Even though I said you shouldn’t.”
“I know, baby.”
His gaze drops to my chest.
“I think my love language is being unreasonable.”
I can’t help but smile.
“I think so too.”
He wets his lips.
The shift in him is sudden and very apparent.
“You said I could continue? Later?”
My cock twitches.
I try to steady my pulse.
What Antonio needs right now isn’t sexual, at least I don’t think it is.
I think it’s a ritual, a way for him to feel safe.
To ground himself.
“How do you want me?” I ask softly.
“I—I don’t know. I liked being on my knees,” he whispers, his face crimson.
“It’s all good, baby. It’s okay to need this.”
“Is it? And not like—weird?”
“Does it feel weird?”
