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I wasn’t sure if I was telling myself or him…
“It doesn’t mean I view you as a kiddo.” Sadly. This would’ve been so much easier if I didn’t see him as an adult. “But as the baby brother of the family, you probably won’t get to retire that term.”
He shot me a playful scowl.
I smirked tiredly. “We really do need to sleep now. Will you be done feeling me up anytime soon?”
Keeping it light was a must.
He withdrew his hands as if my skin had burned him, and he widened his eyes and grinned self-consciously. “Holy shit, I wasn’t even aware. I’m sorry.”
I’d figured as much. “Don’t worry about it,” I chuckled drowsily. “I should’ve given you access to my shoulders or feet instead.”
He turned impish and made grabbing motions with his hands. “I’m not tired. You want me to rub your shoulders, Sir?”
Absolutely not and very much.
Despite that I shouldn’t bring up kink, I couldn’t help myself. “Do you realize that you’ve called me Sir all evening?”
He didn’t shy away or break eye contact this time.
He nodded instead, just a dip of his chin, and threw himself next to me. Thankfully, on his own pillow.
“I like it,” he admitted. “You’re definitely a Sir. Everything about you screams Dom.”
Abort, abort.
I regretted my actions. Fucking hell.
He just needed a platonic outlet, correct? Nothing else. Nothing more.
“Can I ask something personal?”
As long as it wasn’t kink-related. “You can ask me anything.”
He pushed himself up on one elbow. “Are you a Daddy Dom?”
Yes, and you’re fucking killing me.
I withheld a sigh and returned my arms to my sides, and I glanced at him. “I am.”
“Oh,” he whispered. “I kinda figured, but I wasn’t sure…” He released a breath and returned his head to the pillow, and he tucked his hands under his cheek.
I should look away and create distance between us, but I just couldn’t. Since I knew he felt comfortable enough to be in his Middle space with me—and that he fell into a submissive mind-set in my presence—it was impossible not to wonder if he was cursing our circumstances. Much like I was trying to deny I was doing.
I’d never dated anyone so much younger than me. Eighteen years was…substantial. So why was I so drawn to him? Why had my feelings changed direction so overwhelmingly?
After a moment, he broke our gaze and closed his eyes.
“I guess I’ll try to sleep now,” he mumbled. “Goodnight, Sir.”
I swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, and I let out a breath. “Goodnight, blue.”
Sweet dreams, little one.
CHAPTER 6
February 21st, 2021
