Page 3 of First Class Feelings

Instead of working myself up, I pull up my e-reader and decide to delve into the world of dragons and magic. It always calms me down to slip into some fiction when I can’t control everything around me.

That’s another thing people don’t always understand. I’m a bit of a helicopter Daddy. In my head, things have to be perfect for my boy. When I can’t make that happen, I tend to be a bit melancholy.

Thankfully, I’m about to have seven full days where there’s no possible way I’ll get into any trouble. Worst-case scenario, I find myself lonelier than usual, though that’s hard to do with the way life has been.

Even though he’s asleep, and we haven’t even been introduced, I’m already feeling less lonely with the mystery boy beside me. His presence is enough to settle me into a relaxing state.

A boy, some dragons, and my sated Daddy nature. Nothing better than that.

CHAPTER 3

Foster

I wake to a hand shaking my shoulder. “Come on, little one. Time to wake up.”

My eyes still feel heavy despite being asleep for what had to have been hours. The flight plan said five, which meant I’ve had the longest nap ever.

When I finally manage to get my eyelids to rise, I wonder if this is one of those dream within a dream things I’ve always heard of. There’s no way this is real.

“There you are,” the man leaning over me says. “I was worried I’d need to carry you off the plane. They might not take too well to kidnapping here.”

He chuckles at his own joke. I find myself smiling too, though I don’t really get the punchline. It’s only as I feel my lips turn up that I also notice what’s between them.

Oh, no.

My thumb.

I’m sucking my thumb in front of this very handsome stranger. Ripping the digit from my lips, I scramble to sit up.

A blanket falls from my upper body, revealing my teddy and the rumpled clothing I have on.Wow.I must have been really out of it.

“Easy, now. You had a hard sleep. You don’t want to move too quickly.” The handsome man tugs the blanket to his side, then motions toward my bear. “Why don’t you get him put away before people start walking down the aisles? I know you want to keep him safe.”

Safe. Yes, that’s it.

Not secret.

Secrets are bad. I don’t want Teddy to feel bad.

Wait — no! Little Foster is rearing his head at the worst time.

I silently tuck my bear away while making a point to not look back at the stranger. It’s embarrassing enough he caught me sleeping with my bear but add in the thumb and its level ten cat… catast…Poop! Why are words hard?

Problem. It’s a big, big problem.

“There we go. Do you mind if I help you get your bags? I think you might be a bit too drowsy on your own. It would really help me if I could help you.”

What a nice Daddy.

Uh.Not a Daddy. Just because someone is nice doesn’t mean they’re automatically into kink or a caregiver.

Maybe I remind him of someone. Or it could be that he’s going to kidnap me, and I’ll be on the news before the guys even realize I’m missing.

I whimper at the thought, pulling my bag closer. I don’t want to be fish food.

“What’s wrong, little one? I’m sure whatever it is can be fixed if you’ll let me help.”

My gaze moves to his.Little one?

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