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Noah wipes at his eyes. “You’re right. And I know that. I just have to remember it. I’m going to take a nap.”
“What’s your favorite animal?” he asks before Noah can close the door.
Noah blinks at him, confusion obvious on his handsome face. “Favorite…animal?”
“It’s dumb. Never mind.”
“Turtle? Maybe a frog? Or a dolphin?” Noah answers quickly.
“Okay. Uh. Great.”
“Why?”
“Just curious,” he says. And before he can say or do something else stupid or inappropriate he turns away.
8
Jensen is more than a little distracted as he wanders up and down the isles of the grocery store. He’s got an idea, an absolutely crazy and deeply inappropriate idea. But, what if his idea isn’t just insane and inappropriate, but correct? Doesn’t that happen sometimes?
Which is how he finds himself standing in front of the toy/ice cream store again, phone pressed to his ear as he prays Will answers. He does.
“How’s it going?” He asks.
“Well, in some ways I would say it’s going good. He’s very pleasant and we spent the day together doing some shopping for the apartment. Got a few throw pillows and blankets for the couch. A candle.”
There’s a long pause. “You went out shopping?”
“I go shopping all the time,” he says, indignantly.
“Let me rephrase. You bought a candle?”
“Yes, I bought a candle. Well, we bought a candle. Two. And coasters.”
Will chuckles. “Good for you. You’re like a whole new man.”
He can’t help but laugh.
And then Will turns serious. “How is he doing when he’s not at your side running errands?”
“Not well. He wants to go back to him. Last night he almost did. I heard him sobbing in the middle of the night and went in and he was beside himself. Honestly, it’s heartbreaking to see. He is such a good guy. He’s smart and kind and beautiful, but he has awful taste in men. Why would he go back to someone who had him sleep in a dog cage? A fucking dog cage? Why would he want somebody like that in the first place? Did you ever make someone sleep in a dog cage?”
“Uh, I’ve done all sorts of things if my partners wanted to. BDSM is complicated. I think, like most relationships, you can find yourself in places you never anticipated going. Sometimes that’s good and sometimes that’s very, very bad.”
“Well, this time it’s very fucking bad,” he growls, and paces up and down the street. “I have Noah’s phone on me so he doesn’t call him.”
“Good decision. He can’t go back. So, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking that if I don’t do something he’s going to go back to him. All this asshole does is send him horrible messages saying the most filthy and degrading things and then he calls endlessly. He’s a fucking psychopath. I would give anything to get this guy out of Noah’s life. And Noah feels so guilty. He’s so desperate to please…He stayed in my room last night. I was scared to leave him on his own.”
“Do you think he should come and stay with me for a little while?”
No. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s that or…well, I have an idea. But it’s not a very good idea and you sort of need to talk me out of it.”
“I think I like it already.”
“I doubt it. Um, so, it’s very important to Noah that he obeys and pleases his dominant, right? And he feels like he’s letting his master down. Even though it’s not rational and even though the relationship is over, that doesn’t make it easy to walk away. But I think it makes it extra difficult for him.”
“I agree with you so far.”
