Page 28 of Kylan

I inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the weight of this conversation.

“You deserve to be happy,” Fitch said. “We all do. And we deserve to be our true selves.”

I nodded. “I know. I’m so grateful for you and Benji. I mean that. I know I don’t say that often?—”

“Or ever.”

I snorted. “I know things are changing, and I want you both to be happy. I’d never tell you to not leave me, but it scares me at the same time, ya know?”

“It’s okay to be scared. But we’re not leaving you. Well, Benji moved out so he can get railed every night, so lucky him, I guess.” He smiled at me. “But we’re the Wylde Street Boys. Like the musketeers, just hornier.”

I chuckled. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Well, I do now because you told me.” He grinned and nudged me with his knee. “We’re not going anywhere.”

I let out a long sigh. It was heavy, yes, but I did feel better. Underneath the surface ache, the deeper wound felt a bit more bearable.

“So,” he said, his tone brighter. “Your two daddies... did they watch your solo video?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I still haven’t watched it through yet.”

“We could watch it now. You and me,” he said, far too eagerly. “I’ll need a wank later so it’s good timing.”

I sighed. “I really shouldn’t be surprised by anything that comes out of your mouth, and yet...”

“And yet, you love me. You said you did. You can’t take it back.” He clapped his hands, excited. “Let’s watch. I just know it’s gonna be good.”

Gawd.

I was going to have to get used to this. This is what we’d agreed to do. It was our ticket out of this life. Normally I had no issue with sexual modesty, but this felt personal.

I’d chosen to wear my skirts and be true to myself, and maybe that was my subconscious trying to break free before my head and heart had caught on.

I needed to do this.

And he knew about my skirts and he accepted me fully. So even though this felt like I was flaying myself wide open, I trusted Fitch.

He loved me for who I was.

All of me.

So I grabbed the laptop and, sitting beside my best friend, I pressed Play.

And then I immediately hit Pause.

“If I say their names in this,” I said. “You have to promise me?—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving his hand. “I already heard their names once and I’m just pretending for everyone’s sake that I didn’t.”

Well . . . that was true.

Fuck.

I hit Play and we watched.

Me on the bed on my knees, nothing but my legs, the short frilly pink skirt and my naked tummy was visible.

“Well, it’s hot as fuck already,” Fitch said. “You’re gonna be more popular than me, just so you know.”

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