Page 82 of Fitch

How caring and thoughtful, and kind, and generous, and funny, and sexy, and...

Yeah.

I only had to think of him and?—

“Jesus, you are so down bad,” Benji said with a laugh. “You’re thinking of him right now, aren’t you?”

I gave him the bird, cuddled into Ky some more, and closed my eyes. “Shut up, I’m going to my happy place.”

Which was to replay memories of Dom in my mind while I soaked up some morning sun.

We were quiet for a while, until Benji spoke. “I was serious before, you know, about the Only Fans thing. We should look into it. Consider it seriously.”

I put my head up so I could look at him. “Do you think Nolan would agree with it?”

“He would support me,” he replied, so sure, so confident. “No matter what I did. We’d earn enough money to quit street work and he’d be all for that.”

I had to wonder... would Dominic support me so unconditionally?

I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out, because what if he said no?

What would that mean for us?

I wasn’t sure there even was anus. Sure, we had an agreement, a no-strings-attached agreement that was mutually beneficial until one of us decided it was no longer working.

I didn’t need Dominic’s permission, but I did want his support. I wanted him to support me the way Nolan would support Benji. If he refused and terminated our arrangement,then I could go ahead with the online sex-streaming thing without a worry...

But I’d be devastated. Broken-hearted, and god knows, I would never fall in love again...

“Fitch,” Benji murmured. “He’ll be okay with it.”

“What if he’s not?” I replied. “What if he ends our arrangement? What if he?—”

Ky’s arm tightened around me. “You need to talk to him and ask him outright,” he said quietly. “And if you’re so unsure and scared that he’ll end things over something that hasn’t even happened yet, then suggest he put a contract on the table. If it would make you feel more secure, tell him you need something more binding than just a verbal agreement. Considering he’s supposedly a hotshot lawyer, I’m surprised he hasn’t suggested one already.”

I lifted my head up so I could look at Ky’s face. “Ky, baby, what the fuck kind of arrangement do you have going on with your two daddies?” Benji snorted and Ky smirked. “I’m serious,” I went on. “First there were NDA’s and now contracts? Just what kind of shit are you into?”

He laughed. Again. He actually freaking laughed. Twice in one day, like some kinda record. Then he pulled me back into his arms. “That’s classified.”

Jesus.

As we settled back into silence, my mind was running in circles.

I had a lot to think about.

Starting with Dominic, and I wasn’t even sure where to begin.

By Tuesday night,I was standing on Oxford waiting for Dom to pick me up after work. It was easier for him to pick me up there, and I was bouncing on my toes, nervous.

I was so excited to see him, even though I’d spent most of the weekend with him until Monday morning, and we’d texted last night.

I missed him.

I’d just about made myself sick with worry. My stomach was all in knots, dreading the conversation I was still trying to talk myself out of having with him.

He was late to pick me up, which didn’t help. It meant more time to torture myself. And worry. And convince myself I’d make a big mistake if I brought up any stupid conversations. We didn’t need to talk. We needed to just keep the status quo. Don’t rock the boat. Don’t give him any reasons to be mad at me...

“Hey, cutie,” a voice behind me said.

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