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“I might have thrown them off a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not what they expected.”

Maybe. Donnie’s certainly not like any of the other boys I’ve brought home. That’s the whole point though, Donnie’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. He’s special. That’s why I love him.

“I’m a lot older than you. I own a whole house.” Donnie lifts an eyebrow. “They don’t know about Roger, do they?”

I shake my head. “I haven’t told them anything about that.”

“Can you imagine what their reaction would be?”

I groan. I don’t want to imagine it. “Let’s not ever tell them.”

Donnie chuckles and leans down to plant a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “They’ll find out at some point.”

“Yeah, but not now.” I hook my ankle around his leg and pull him closer.

“Mmm, not now.” His erection is thick against my thigh and I roll us so I’ve got him pinned underneath me. Donnie whimpers into my mouth.

“Connor?”

I jerk up. “Fuck.”

Donnie muffles a giggle.

“Not funny.”

“It’s a little bit funny,” Donnie whispers. “Your mother is cockblocking us.”

“No fucking shit.”

“Connor!”

“Yeah, I’m coming!” I push myself off Donnie and stare at my crotch. All it really takes is thinking about the conversation I’m about to have with Mom to make my dick shrink back into my body.

“Good luck,” Donnie says.

“Thanks, I’ll need it.”

She’s waiting for me at the kitchen table when I come up from the basement. Her fingers are wrapped around her nightly mug of tea.

“There’s still some hot water if you’d like some.” She nods to the kettle on the stove.

I hesitate. Will pouring myself a cup prolong this conversation? Or will it help distract me from it? I could use something to occupy my hands… I go pour myself a mug and sit down opposite her, watching the steam rise from my cup.

“So…” She has questions. She wants answers.

I don’t know what or how much I want to tell her. “So…”

“What happened with Miles?”

Guess we’re jumping right into it. “We broke up.”

“I figured that much. Why? I thought things were going well.”

I take a sip of tea and burn my tongue, then spend a good thirty seconds making a big deal of it. Mom doesn’t look impressed but she doesn’t rush me.

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