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"Sure they are." He looked at me sternly. "They live inside people and I think you've seen far too many in your young life."
He was right, but how could he have known? Had he figured it all out?
"Sometimes having to deal with monsters changes you." Realizing I was panicking, he rubbed my back in small circles and I instantly relaxed. "I know it feels like the end of the world, that your past will haunt you forever or you'll never be able to heal. But remember this, things can and will get better. Surround yourself with the right people and you have a chance to live the life you've always wanted.
Clark knew nothing about my past, and yet he knew exactly what to say. Tears were beginning to form in my eyes and I hid them the only way I knew, by wrapping my arms around him and taking deep breaths.
When I was sure my eyes weren't wet, I broke the hug and smiled. "I needed to hear that, Clark, so thank you. Even if things eventually don't end up getting better, it's always nice to have hope."
It was about time for a nap. I found myself rubbing my eyes and stifling a yawn. Today had been tiring with all the walking around and worrying.
"Looks like it's nap time." He found it amusing that I needed a nap at the same time every day. "Come on. I'll tuck you in and then go have a nap myself."
He took my hand and led me upstairs to my bedroom. The downpour continued outside and when it suddenly thundered loudly in the distance, I squealed and jumped before instinctively wrapping my arms around Clark's strong arm.
"Aw, it's alright, sweetheart." He stroked my head as I continued to hold onto his arm. "It's just thunder. You're welcome to have a nap with me in my bed if you're scared."
I slowly let go of his arm before straitening my back. I wasn't a wuss, but the thunder was loud enough to make a grown man scream. How Clark managed to remain so calm was a mystery.
There was no way I could accept his offer to sleep in his bed. Having his big muscular body inches away from me would be so arousing I wouldn't be able to get any sleep. However, the thought of his manly scent filling up my nostrils was too appealing.
I shook my head and climbed into my bed. "I think I'll be alright, Clark. But thanks for the offer."
He covered me up with a blanket and kissed me on the forehead. "Sleep tight, princess. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
I couldn't help but feel like Clark was my daddy, since he took care of me like a Daddy would in all those stories that I secretly read on age play forums. He would make such a good one too. He might have known nothing about age play but deep down, his instincts were that of the best Daddy in the world.
When he switched the lights off and left the room, there was another loud thunder, causing me to jump again and jolt my eyes open. I instantly regretted not taking him up on his offer.
Chapter 6: Clark
I’d never been so scared in my life as I was yesterday, searching for Jenna out on the streets. It was as if I'd been searching for her my whole life and the thought of losing her forever meant the end of the world. I felt my heartbeat race in my chest as I tried coming up with places she could go to. Luckily, I knew she'd been traveling for days before she met me, so my first instinct was to search at the bus station.
It was sheer luck that had brought Jenna into my life, and it was the same reason I had turned my head to look at a group of people taking shelter from the rain on my way to the bus station. The moment I saw her my heart stopped pounding in my chest. When you cared about someone, losing them forever was be the scariest feeling in the world. It was right there I decided I would take care of her and keep her safe no matter what or who she was running away from. I also promised myself I would do everything in my power to make her mine.
I’d been all excited to confess my feelings to Jenna. But now that Jenna was safe, I could think clearly. My daddy instincts needed me to date a Little, but I could’ve been wrong about her being a Little. Sure, there were all kinds of signs but I had to remember that she had an unusual upbringing, the details of which were not yet clear. It could've molded her into having Little characteristics as a way of adapting to circumstances, without actually being one. She probably didn't even know what Little meant. This realization was a sad one and I wasn't sure if I could make a relationship work without being a Daddy.
When I woke up the next morning, I headed downstairs, lost deep in thought about the only thing on my mind ever since Jenna had come into my life. When I saw Jenna in the kitchen, I smiled at her and stretched my arms above my head with a yawn. She just drew a sharp breath in and stared at my crotch before looking away.
My heart skipped a beat when I looked down and realized I was naked except for my red briefs, which left nothing to imagination thanks to my big bulge. After I’d woken up, I was so lost in thoughts about yesterday’s events that I forgot I wasn't living alone anymore. Who would've thought I would turn into an exhibitionist one day, flashing poor Jenna who looked like she might have a heart attack any moment. A part of me wanted to cover my crotch, run back upstairs, and get dressed. Instead, I decided to own it and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
As her cheeks turned redder than ever, she turned her head toward me and struggled to look me in the eyes. Looked like she couldn't decide where to look, briefly staring at my rock-hard abs before looking away again.
"You look cute when you blush, you know."
She giggled and put her coffee mug down. "It's because you forgot to put your clothes on today."
"Oh, this?" I put my hands on my waist and struck a confident pose. "It was totally intentional. I felt like going au naturel today."
She giggled again. "Pretty sure you forgot I was living here. I think I blush a lot because I was homeschooled and I didn't get an opportunity to socialize. I haven't been around or talked to men either, apart from family of course. You said you wanted to know about my past, so here’s something to start things off. It's best I do it in bits and pieces."
It was yet another confirmation of her not being a Little, which saddened me. Her shyness and characteristics were in fact a result of her unique upbringing, not her Littleness.
I nodded. "I'll take bits and pieces over nothing any day."
I walked over to the coffee maker on the counter. As I made my coffee, I turned my head slightly to find her checking me out. Just like me, was she fantasizing about having my naked body pressed up against hers? The mere thought made my cock twitch in my briefs, which wasn't good news considering how obscenely big my bulge already was.
I couldn't do this any longer. I had to tell her how I felt or I'd go insane. I never felt for anyone what I felt for Jenna, and maybe being honest and communicative was a good way to start this, whateverthismight turn out to be.
