Page 87 of Fitch

I leaned up on my toes to kiss him. He still had to bend a little, but it was just so fucking natural.

I just told him I loved him.

He loves me.

It all felt so surreal, so perfect.

So it was probably the perfect time to bring up the conversation I’d been dreading.

“I’ve been thinking,” I began, unsure. “And I don’t know if now is the best or worst time to bring this up.” I made a face. “And I talked about it with the guys.”

He was confused but patient. Waiting.

“About how you asked me about my future, and I said I didn’t know. I still don’t, but Benji and Ky had an idea—I swear it wasn’t my idea—but it kinda makes sense...” I cringed because I wasn’t sure now if it did. “Well, it made sense when they said it.”

“Said what?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

He blinked. “Mad?” He took my hand, concerned now.

“About what I could do,” I hedged. “Actually, what the three of us could do. To get out of street work, to stop being a rent boy.”

He was interested now.

And he was about to be disappointed, I was sure of it.

“Please just hear me out till the end,” I said. “I told them you asked me to think about my future and I asked them what the hell I was supposed to do. Sex work is all I know, and I don’t mean to brag, but I’m kinda good at it.”

Dominic smirked. “True.”

“So Benji suggested we take it online instead. The three of us. We all stop working as rent boys and start on Only Fans.”

He slow-blinked, and I cringed and started panic-talking again. “Because I told them I don’t want to have sex with anyone else but you. No one else. Actually, the idea of anyone else touching me kinda makes me feel weird. And I’m not used to that. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since we started this twice-a-week thing. I mean, we’ve been busy and there’s been some nights in between where we saw each other anyway, with Benji’s court case and whatever. But when I’m at home, I used to just go down to Oxford, see what was happening, earn a quick fifty or a hundred bucks, but I haven’t done that lately. I don’t want to do that. So going online would fix that, right? No more clients, no more johns. We had a look at what the popular fan sites are earning, and we could make some serious bank. We’d only be talking like a two-year plan, maybe? One year? I don’t know. But then we’d be set up, ya know? With enough money to rent a proper place and maybe start up our own business or something. I dunno what we could do, but like a real job or something. I dunno, god, Dominic, you’re not saying anything.Do you hate it? You hate it, don’t you? Are you mad at me? Do you still love me?”

He snatched up both my wrists, keeping me from backing away. “I didn’t say anything because you asked me to wait until you were done.”

“Oh.”

“And I’m trying to get my head around the details,” he said. “When you say the three of you will be working together, do you mean you’ll be having sex with Benji and Ky?”

I made a face. “What? No. Ew. They’re like my brothers.”

He snorted. “Okay then, so who?”

“No one. Solo work.”

Both his eyebrows rose. “Oh.”

“Maybe some dildos, some toys, prostate vibrators, that kind of thing.”

He seemed to consider this for a second. “Prostate vibrators, huh?”

I snorted. “Amongst other things.”

“But you’ll be solo?”

I laughed then. “Yes. You really like the idea of me not getting fucked by other men, huh?”

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