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Helped me trust this. Trust the universe. Trust him.
I opened my eyes to find his gaze and smiled. “Sorry I yelled at you.”
He smirked, and I swore, under different circumstances, I could’ve come from just that. “No permanent damage done. Sorry I surprised you again.”
My smile got wider, and he grinned to match it. I turned my head to kiss his palm then reached for his hand, pulling him back down the hallway. “How about we get back to the guys?”
He chuckled, his relief palpable. “That sounds great.”
Cameron
September 19th
11:15 pm
Home safe, Daddy.
11:16 pm
Sleep well, sweet boy.
Chapter sixteen
Sam
Last night was the most fun I’d had in a long time. And probably one of the hottest nights I’d ever experienced, too, though Cameron and I had only kissed the one time.
Yes, my sex life was terrible, at least in real life. We’d established this.
But as I lay in bed the following morning and stared at the ceiling—I’d uncharacteristically awoken before my alarm went off—guilt started to churn in my stomach. Cameron and I had moved from acquaintances to something, well, more, and I couldn’t keep being his virtual Daddy if we kept going down this path. And if I had my way, we would.
I needed to tell him who I was.
But instead of jumping up to do it right away, I procrastinated like the coward I was and simply lay in bed, replaying last night.
Cameron had pulled me back to his group of friends and proudly introduced me to all of them—though I’d already known Ethan, obviously—as if he was showing me off. I puffed up at the thought of being claimed, however minimal it was in actuality.My imagination had taken off then, picturing Cameron showing me off to everyone he knew, claiming me as his.
Fuck, I wanted that more than I wanted air to breathe.
I’d been crushing on the man forever, I’d met him in person earlier this year, and we’d been exchanging emails since last November. Plus, we’d been messaging multiple times a day for a month, talking about anything and everything. And the virtual sex had been incredible.
I was falling in love with the man.
It was scary, sure, being in love with a man who didn’t know the real me. But even more terrifying was the idea of telling him who I really was. Because now that I’d had a mere taste of what we could be, relinquishing my secret to him now could break my heart. This secret could tear us apart.
Sighing to my much-too-empty bedroom/living room/kitchen, I scrubbed a hand over my face then pushed myself up to sitting. Stomach cramping, I reached for my phone on the rectangular stool I used for a nightstand and dragged it toward me.
It lit up, and I instantly noticed a direct message had come in from an unfamiliar handle on the Daddy’s Boy app. Brow furrowing, I clicked the notification to open my DMs.
Hey, this is Oliverthe message read, and my gut unclenched, just a little. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I’d have to psych myself up again to message Cameron, but this was a welcome reprieve. I didn’t feel ready.
I messaged him back, tapping out a quick response, and we talked for several minutes. He was so easy to talk to—I felt like I was finally making an actual friend—and soon he was offering a listening ear for my dilemma. I wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten that out of me so quickly.
But I needed to talk to someone, and I didn’t think Alex could fully understand. He’d be asleep at this early hour anyway.So I’m into this guy, and we’ve been hanging out online.
Hanging out?
I smirked.Yeah. “Hanging out.”
