Page 39 of Fitch

Ky laughed. “Sometimes they like to learn from us.”

I remembered what Dom had said about that. Learning from me, reading my cues, and the two of us learning together.

From which I could only deduce, he was thinking our arrangement could have longevity.

“You went quiet,” Ky said as we climbed the stairs to our unit.

“Just thinking,” I said as I unlocked the front door.

“About Dom, no doubt.”

I followed him in, kicked off my shoes, and pocketed my key. Of course I was thinking about Dom. About how hot he was, how in charge he was today, how he did the right thing by helping Benji, about how good his hand felt wrapped around mine.

How he reassured me that we’d be okay.

I sighed again. “Yeah. And I’m tryingnotto think about how the fuck I’m supposed to wait until Friday to see him again.”

Time crawled,and it felt as if I was watching every minute tick by in slow motion.

I knew Dom was busy and no doubt up to his eyeballs in work, so I didn’t want to disturb him or become a nuisance. I didn’t want him to have to set more boundaries and tell me to stop.

But I couldn’t help myself. On Thursday around midday, I was going stir crazy, so I sent him a text.

Did time slow down for everyone, or just me?

Friday is sooo far away

I didn’t expect a reply straightaway, though I was still disappointed when none was forthcoming.

So I texted Benji instead and made Ky go down to Oxford with me. Just to get out of our shitty apartment, to stop staring at the stained walls and dirty curtains.

We bought some lunch from Mr Stephanopoulos’s store and sat across the street by the shady trees and just watched people instead.

“How do you do it?” I asked Ky.

“Do what?”

“Wait until your daddies call you?”

He smirked. “It’s been twice a week for a while now. They’re in Melbourne today. Some work thing. I don’t even know. They’ll be back on Saturday and want me all day Sunday.”

I groaned. “Nice. So will you work tonight and Friday?”

He sighed and made a face. “Maybe. I dunno. Maybe just some light stuff. Hand and mouth, that kind of thing. Depends on who, I guess.”

I nodded and took another bite of my sandwich. “Yeah.”

Ky studied me for a long second. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He laughed at me. Actually fucking laughed. “You keep thinking about your man and it’s got you feeling shit you don’t wanna feel.”

This felt so stupid to say out loud, but he was right. And if anyone understood it would be him. “I don’t know. I just want to be with him, and only him. Which is fucking stupid. It’s been a few weeks, and only a few times, at that. But god, Ky. When I’m with him...” I shook my head. “I dunno. It’s stupid. But it’s thefirst time anyone showed me any kind of affection, and fucking hell, if it doesn’t feel good.”

Ky wasn’t laughing now. In fact, he looked sad. And Ky very rarely let his emotions show. He was the king of stoic. Hell, he barely even laughed some days.

“It’s not real,” he said quietly. “The daddy/boy thing. It’s a fantasy they like to delve into for a few hours, then go back to their reality where you don’t exist.”

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