Page 22 of First Class Feelings

“You forgot these,” he says with a smile.

I nod, taking the bundle from him. “Yes. Thank you so much! Foster got a little nervous once we were in the car, and he realized it.”

Edward stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I’m glad you both made it. It was fun.”

I tilt my head, wondering if there's more to the boy than I thought. My answer comes quickly when he asks, “Is there any way I can get your or Foster's number or email? I'd like to keep in touch with as many Little friends as I can find. You know, ‘cause real life can be a lot and sometimes it's nice to have other people.”

I pull out my phone and hand it over. “Sure! Put in your information, then shoot a message to yourself. I'll get you Foster's information too.”

It's then I realize I don't even have my boy’s number. We've been so wrapped up in each other non-stop it hadn't crossed my mind to get it.

Now though, I need it. I have to be able to keep up with him once we’re back in Bellport. There’s no way I'm going to let someone as perfect as him out of my life. I know better than to let an opportunity slip through my fingers.

Once Edward gets everything settled, he hands my phone back over and waves at me. “Don't be a stranger,” he says, turning around and running down the hall as carefree as ever.

I go back to the car and find my boy bouncing in the seat worriedly. Handing over his clothes doesn’t seem to help. He quickly moves to cover his swimsuit with them.

“We'll have to find a way to return this to Edward at some point,” he says in a rush. “Or pay him back or something.”

I can tell he's going back to his big self. It's a struggle though considering he's still dressed like a Little, and I'm still very much in Daddy mode. I place a hand over his, stalling his hurried movements.

“It's okay, Foster. Remember, Edward said you can keep it. He's not worried at all. I got his number, and he said he wants to keep in touch with both of us.”

Wide eyes meet mine. “He does? He wants to be my friend?”

The way he says the word makes it seem like it's a foreign concept for him. Like he's never had anyone who wants to just be his friend or stick around — other than the friends I met on the video call, of course.

Maybe those relationships are newer too.

Could it be that my boy is so secluded that he doesn't understand just how special he truly is? How magnetic his personality is?

Especially when he's Little.

I enjoy all sides of him, but I have to admit that my little one holds my heart.

I nod, smiling as I adjust his shirt. “He does! He thinks that we're awesome and apparently likes to keep his friends close.”

I tell the driver our hotel information. He takes off with ease. We watch the mansion disappear from the back window. It feels a bit surreal.

This entire day—hell the entire trip—does in a way because this kind of thing doesn't happen in real life. You don't stumble upon someone so perfectly matched to you that you can picture a future as clear as day. You don't feel connections like this so soon.

While some might see it as far-fetched, I know exactly how I feel. And I know that all this is very real. I just have to hope that our non-vacation lives don't get in the way of it eventually.

CHAPTER 9

Foster

Today has been the epitome of perfect. I’ve never had a better experience being Little around someone. Especially not for such a long period of time.

Daddy takes care of me, even as we get back to the room. We go into the room, then strip right at the front door.

I giggle a bit when we both wind up naked.

“It’s important to keep the sand contained, little one,” he says with a wink.

That sobers me enough to be guided into the bathroom. Daddy makes sure the shower is warm before holding out a hand for me to join him.

This is very different from the last time I saw him in the shower. Back then, I wished for my chance to join him. And now I’m here.

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