Page 38 of Kylan

His big eyes met mine and I could see the vulnerability there too. “But it’s worth it, right?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, I see what they have. I see how they love each other so completely. They are so attuned, soin tunewith each other, they are just... so in love. They’ve been together forever and are more in love now than they were back then. That’s rare, and I...”

Fitch squeezed my hand. “And you, what?”

“I don’t know where I fit in,” I replied. “I mean, I know where I fit in. And that’s the problem. Because I don’t. I don’t fit in. Not permanently. Not like them. They’re... a set. A matching pair, inseparable. And I’m... a fun little toy thing they play with a few times a week. I have no right to be mixing my feelings with... with what they have.”

Fitch took a moment, his hand still firmly clasping mine. “Look, I don’t know them. I don’t know anything about them, really. But I can tell you what I do know. They’re clearly into you. They’re obviously happy with what you provide. And not just provided services. I know what you’re thinking,” he said, giving my hand a squeeze. “You say they’re perfect, but if they were so utterly perfect, they wouldn’t be looking for a third person.”

I frowned at him. “Two people in a relationship isn’t the default, Fitch. It’s just what society tells us, what religion tells us isnormal. There’s no reason why three or even four or five people can’t make it work.”

He smiled. “I know that. But listen, if they were such a perfect match, if they completed each other so thoroughly, they wouldn’t be looking elsewhere, right? Somaybe something is missing from their relationship, and that something is you.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“You. Maybe you’re what’s missing. On one hand you called them a complete and perfect pair, then on the other hand said that three people can fall in love. So which is it? Is two peoplecompleteor can it be more?”

“It’s too early in the morning for you to be using my own words against me.”

He smiled. “Don’t tell yourself you can’t be a part of their perfect relationship. Because maybe it’s you who just made it perfect. Their missing piece.”

I rolled my eyes and let out an almighty sigh. “You shouldn’t fill my head with things like romance and hope. It’s a dangerous thing.”

He smiled happily. “It’s a dangerous and wonderful thing.”

“You’re so head over heels, it’s gross,” I said, only half joking.

He didn’t deny it. “So, you got any photos of the slutty schoolgirl uniform? I need help visualising it.”

“No you don’t. You’re visualising it right now.”

Fitch laughed. “Hell yes, I am. But all photos or pictures of a likeness would help.”

I snorted out a laugh. Then I remembered... “There might be a pic from the site he got it from.”

He gasped. “Please. Pleeeeease. I need to see it.”

I went and grabbed my phone, searching for a likeness. There was actually a photo—the photo that Marekhad sent Leon of me bent over the table with my comey hole on display—but I wasn’t showing Fitch that.

I found a likeness image online and showed it to him. He gasped, taking my phone. “Oh, it’s better than I imagined. Do you wear the cat ears too?”

I chuckled. “No.”

He sighed dreamily. “I wish I could see you in it. Can you wear it around here one day?”

“It stays at their place. Sorry.” Taking in his pitiful sad panda face, I held my breath. Because he’d watched my solo video and he was, at heart, a fucking pervert. “Okay, one quick glance and that’s it. I’ll hold my phone, you only get to see for half a second. Don’t blink, okay?”

He nodded eagerly.

I found the photo that Marek had sent to Leon. “It’s in our group chat,” I mumbled.

“We have a group chat?”

“No, not us. Mine and . . . my daddies.”

“Oh my god, that’s so sweet,” he whispered. “You have a little family group chat. Kysie, that’s the cutest thing ever!”

I chuckled, because it kinda was. Looking at the photo, I tapped on the photo to enlarge it. “Okay, are you ready?”

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