Page 86 of Learning to Change

“At least two but you might be able to have more if you don’t pitch a fit.” Dean did the eyebrow thing again when I sucked in a breath. “You’re not being dramatic, are you?”

Maybe.

“I’m always your good boy.” Always. Even when I pouted. “I’m not dramatic.”

Dean was dramatic.

Even Tate said so.

“Where’s Tate?” As I looked around the apartment to find where he was hiding, I started eating my cheese and crackers. “Is he being dramatic?”

Was he hiding because Dean was being stingy with the cookies?

“Bug guy needed help moving something.” Dean frowned as he looked at the front door. “I’m still scarred, so I wasn’t going to do it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Because it gave Dean nightmares…me too. “We’re eating cheese and cookies and then watching cartoons.”

Dean looked over at me and frowned. “Did you leave something out?”

“No.” Shaking my head, I leaned forward so he wouldn’t see my stuff. “I got the important stuff.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “How about veggies and homework?”

Ugh.

“Nope. I don’t need those.” Hmm. “But thank you very much for asking.”

Some of my online people said manners were very important, so I was glad I hadn’t forgotten mine. Especially because they made Dean roll his eyes, but he didn’t tell me I was naughty. So they’d helped.

“We’ll see about that.” Dean was trying to look stubborn, but I just gave him a big smile because everyone said that helped too.

He shook his head.

Hmm.

The internet clearly hadn’t met Dean.

Trying to show him I was a good boy seemed like it would help, though, so I ate my cheese and crackers and my grapes and even some of my carrots.

“I ate some of my carrots. Can I have my cookies now?” One was some so that counted as telling the truth. “I need three more. I was really good. I might even need four.”

Or five if he walked away from the stove for long enough.

He was kind of guarding the cookies and kept pretending to clean the kitchen over and over. Dean might’ve been patient but I was sneaky, so I knew I could get more.

Once he moved.

Ugh.

He moved closer to me.

Dean was stubborn and smart as he walked over and looked at my plate. “You started off with five carrots and you have four. You ate one.”

“You counted my carrots? That’s naughty.” It was something. “It might be sneaky too. That’s not nice.”

Dean frowned and crouched down beside me. “Some Doms are spanking Doms that like their subs to kneel and they control things.”

Nodding, I was subtle and pushed some of the crackers over the carrots to hide them. I didn’t mind sacrificing crackers for the good of my cookies. “Like Tate.”

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