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“Take all the time you need.” It takes everything in me to refrain from pulling him into my lap. My heart aches for him.
“You smell good.” He turns and wraps his arms around me. We’re making progress.
“Had to shower after working at the shop. Izzy said I stank.” I chuckle and Milo giggles into my side.
“You stank so good yesterday.”
“Izzy wouldnotagree.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Another chuckle.
“Can I wrap my arm around you?”
Milo nods. We both sigh when I follow through. He’s perfect, but I want him in my arms. Want to feel the weight of him in my lap. He snuggles closer, but doesn’t make a move to adjust more than that. Which is fine. We’ll take everything at his pace.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “You probably think my brother abused me or something. But he didn’t. He’s the best.”
I smooth my hand down his back. “The way you talk about him, I’d never think he abused you.”
“He’s a Daddy, too.” He relays how he found out, and we both chuckle. “Nowit’s funny, despite still beingsoembarrassing. But at twenty-two, I wanted to crawl into a hole. I don’t know who had been going to the club first, but I started at nineteen. There’s just something about being Little that I love. I can just… be. I don’t have to think about anything for those few hours. So when the maintenance guy knocked on the door and threw me out of my Little space, I dropped hard and I don’t think I’ve come out of it yet.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” I truly am. No one should have to experience that.
“Can… can I sit in your lap?”
“I’d love that.”
Milo takes a deep breath, then climbs onto my thighs. His head goes to my chest, and he curls in before wrapping his arms around me. He fits perfectly.
“This is…” He gives a tiny wiggle, no doubt to fully get comfortable. “Really nice.” He blinks up at me again. “I’ve never actually cuddled like this. Me and Rory usually burrow under blankets and cuddle until we fall asleep.”
“I like those kind of cuddles, too.”
“I like all kinds of cuddles, I think. But I don’t exactly explore them all.” He sags a little.
“Do you have a Daddy, Milo?”
He shakes his head. “I’ve only ever played with temporary Daddies at the club. No one ever wants me.”
“I do.”
Milo leans away from me. He examines me as if I’m lying. “Really?” the soft whisper makes my heart ache again.
“Yes. I’ve been looking for a Little for months. My ex hadn’t been my Little for so long and he started berating me for being a Daddy. I don’t know what made him change into the catty meanspirited brat he turned into. He used to be so damn sweet. I think the fame of being a model finally went to his head. He wouldn’t talk about anything, then he cheated, and it took me a bit to get back to myself. I played with a few Littles at our old club, but everyone knew who I was on the outside, which made things difficult because they were all so…”
“Fake?”
“Exactly. A few of them just wanted to get into my pants and thought being a Little was all they had to do to get there.”
“But I know who you are, at least who you project to the outside world. You’re flower Daddy and so handsome and?—”
“Yeah, but you’re authentic. You don’t treat me like a celebrity.”
“I mean, you’re hot, but that doesn’t mean you get special treatment. At least I don’t think so anyway.”
“Exactly.” I snort, which makes him smile. “I’m just a regular dude that just happened to get famous on social media. Nothing really special about me at all.”
“You helped calm me down. That’s special to me. Not many people can do it.”
