Page 15 of Wrestling with Daddy
“What do you need?”
“Just get me home,” he whispered.
Speaking any louder proved to be a challenge, but he thought Marcus understood.
“I don’t like leaving you like this, Nathan.”
“No, I’ll… I won’t be alone, I swear.”
The idea of Marcus, or any other Dom, in his space, was enough to get him in motion, unbuckling his seat belt and all but trying to leap outside the second the car engine died.
“Text me in the morning,” Marcus commanded, having grabbed his wrist before he could make the jump. “That’s an order.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. You don’t text me, I’m showing up here with more carbs than you can eat in a year.”
“I said okay.”
Marcus managed to pull a smile out of him, though. He guessed that had been his intention when the man let go of his hand at the sight of it.
“I’m only one call away, okay?”
Nathan nodded.
He was figuring out there was someone else he wanted to call, though.
The good news was that the waterworks had stopped as suddenly as they arrived by the time he’d unlocked his door and made it into his one room apartment.
The bad news was that his fingers now shook as he stared into his phone keyboard as if he’d never seen one before.
Nathan
I think I’ve made a mistake
He didn’t think a response would come, but most of the tension that had been building around his shoulders left him when three dots appeared.
Daddy
What’s wrong?
And don’t you dare count that as one of the 20 questions
Nathan
it totally counts as one
can I call you?
I’ve been crying, though
just an fyi
Nathan let out a half-laugh when his phone started buzzing before he had the chance to call himself.
His heartbeat accelerating, pumping blood like it was on a mission, he swiped right to accept the incoming call.
“Hi.” Despite all the bottles of water, his throat felt impossibly dry, his voice raspy and nasal.
