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He stands quickly, his eyes wide and full of emotion. Fear. Lust. Excitement.

I cup his face in my hands, then repeat the words he said back to me before slamming my lips over his. “Missed you, little genius.”

CHAPTER9

Rodney

The kiss Andry gives me sends shivers up my spine. I fall into his touch, captivated that this guy wants me like this, that he would so proudly proclaim me in a public place.

We’re on school grounds where anyone could see. The way he kisses me, it's like he doesn't even care. Like he wants them to actually catch us.

I've always been the dirty little secret or the side piece. Guys who approach me only want to use me for my connections to my brother or for my brain. They never really care about what I want, much less being seen with me in public aside from the library.

Lately, I’ve been dreaming of a relationship like my brother has with Raymond. Aside from their dynamic, the two of them are masters of polite PDA, if that's even a thing. It's like they can't keep their hands off each other, yet they're respectful of other people as well.

They're not the type of couple that is caught with their tongues down their throats, and their picture plastered all over the tabloids. It's a small touch of the hand or a guiding motion with a palm pressed to a lower back. It's being tucked into someone's chest when they're feeling overwhelmed.

I want that.

I want itso bad.

And I feel like Andry might be the person who could give it to me.

I'm still a bit terrified.

He’s an athlete. A college athlete, meaning his frontal lobe is not fully developed, and he's surrounded by idiots who likely want him to treat me the way they do. That thought alone has me pulling back from the kiss.

Andry smiles down at me as if I hung the moon. As if he's happy just to be near me.

I smile softly, then motion towards the parking lot. “Are you ready to go? I figured I'd drive us.”

“Yes, little genius. You drive.”

He tucks me underneath his arm, just like I was thinking about, and walks with me across to the parking lot.

A few people give us looks. I'm sure they already know who he is. I doubt they're looking at me because I’m usually invisible.

People know who I am.

They have classes with me, or they know of me. The freak prodigy who skipped so many grades, who started college when he wasn’t even a legal adult yet. I had my face plastered in more articles than I care to think about.

No matter which one of us they know, and even if they don't, it's obvious that we're not your typical couple. Heck, I don't even know if there are any out couples on campus.

When we get to the car, he opens my door and makes sure that I'm in and buckled before he goes around to get in on his side.

I'm gaping at him when he drops down into his seat. No one does anything like that for me. Not only am I a full-grown adult man who can take care of himself, but also it's a caring act.

One that a Daddy or a Dominant would do for their submissive.

Just the thought alone has my cock trying to harden. It's going to be a very uncomfortable drive if I can't get a hold of myself.

I push down the feelings and shift into drive. During the ride, I let my classical music station play. It calms me a bit. Andry doesn't seem to mind either.

In fact, I see him drumming his fingers on his leg as if keeping tune with the instruments.

When we pull up to Ma's house, he sighs as if the sight of it alone is comforting to him.

"You have a beautiful home," he says.

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