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“Let’s get those clothes off and into the shower.”

Ezra hopped off the counter with Eric’s help. Together they removed Ezra’s clothing and he followed Eric into the large shower.

The bathroom in the hall had both a shower and tub but Eric’s bathroom held the biggest shower that Ezra had ever seen. Gray and black stone covered the walls and there was even a bench.

Ezra might have a few fantasies that he wanted to act out with Eric involving that bench.

“When we have time by ourselves, I want you to feel free to regress or not. You don’t have to be little all the time when it’s just us, but I want you to know that you have the option.”

“I’m not sure how much I’ll get to indulge,” Ezra confessed. He missed being little, but he still had his little girl.

“We’ll figure it out together,” Eric told him, guiding Ezra under the hot water. The water felt wonderful hitting his neck and shoulders. “I want you to be comfortable. Plus, you have me and Brandon now. We’re here to help you.”

Ezra turned to peer up at Eric.

The older man’s hair was slicked back as he watched Ezra.

“Should we talk about me and Annabelle heading back to the apartment?” Not that Ezra wanted to leave. He loved the house.

Eric scowled. “It’s not really safe. I would prefer to have you here in case your parents try to contact you.”

Shit! He hadn’t thought about that. “Yeah.”

“Okay, that was a lie.” Eric grabbed the soap from the holder built into the wall.

“What?”

Eric grimaced. “I don’t want you here just because of your parents. I know it’s too fast, but I love having you and Annabelle here. You make this house a home.”

“That’s an even better reason for us to stay,” Ezra told him.

Eric stilled. “It is?”

“I don’t want to be an obligation,” Ezra said. “I want you to want me here.”

“I do. I love you, remember?”

Ezra smiled. “I love you too.”

“Now let’s get you clean so I can get you dirty again.”

“Yay!” That sounded like an awesome plan.

Chapter Twelve

Ezra

Ezra lifted his head at the soft knock on the bedroom door.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Eric kissed his forehead before moving Ezra off his chest.

Ezra should probably be embarrassed that he’d basically been using Eric as his pillow. They hadn’t done anything more than cuddling that night, but it had been exactly what he had needed. Even though Joey Collins was in jail, Ezra’s past was coming after him. He thought he’d got himself and Annabelle away safely. He should have known better.

Eric was climbing out of bed as the door opened.

“E?”

“Hey, bro. You okay?”

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