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Oliver drags his eyes over me again before catching my lips in another kiss. I try to deepen it, but he pulls away, letting go of my waist. I almost feel sad until his hand reaches for mine, and he tugs us both to the bed. Without thought, he plops down on the bed, causing the little thing to nearly cave under his weight.
He pulls me down right beside him. Oliver purses his lips before he pulls me onto his lap.
I bite back a yelp, remembering I’m not the only one in the house. Leon is down the hall on the couch. Heat creeps to my neck at the thought of him hearing my moans from earlier.
“Better.” He grins at me sheepishly.
“Oliver,” I plead.
Oliver lets out a laugh before he tightens his hold around my waist. Compared to his muscular build, I feel like a twig in his hold.
“Of course, I have questions, but I deemed them not as important as kissing you.”
I gape at him.
“I’m not gonna lie. I don’t know a lot about any of this. You might be the first trans person I’ve met, but you aren’t the first person I’ve met that’s a part of the LGBTQ community.”
I let out a small chuckle. “That’s reassuring.”
“Is it?” he questions.
“Yeah,” I say as I rotate my hips, trying to get comfortable on his lap.
Oliver lets out a groan. “Princess, if you keep wiggling that ass of yours, I’m gonna die.”
I stare at him with wide eyes, not even realizing his length pressing up against my leg. Heat begins to pool in my body as I stare at it. Oliver lets out a growl.
“Do you still want to talk about it, Sal?” He knows I would rather strip him naked, but this conversation needs to happen.
“Are you really okay with all of this?” I instinctively motion over my body.
Oliver frowns, not doing a once-over again like he did before. This time, he holds my stare before shaking his head. He grabs my hand and places it directly on his bulge. “I’m pretty sure my dick wouldn’t be trying to lodge itself into your thigh if I wasn’t okay with all of you.”
Emotions start to well up behind my eyes.
“Shit! Did I say something wrong?” He quickly takes his hand away from mine. “I’m sorry, Sall?—”
I cut him off with a peck on the lips and wrap my arms around his neck. Now, instead of sitting sideways, I’m straddling his lap. It only takes me a second to realize his cock is now pressed up against my tuck.
Shame pricks at my fingers again as I draw away from him, but his arms wrap tighter around me, pulling me back into his embrace.
“Please don’t pull away from me again.” He sounds scared, like I’m gonna run for a second time.
I almost did until he surprised me.
“If I cross a line, call me out,” he says. “I don’t care if I’m in a conversation with someone else, or walking away, or even if there’s something I’ve said up until now. Call me out.”
I really don’t want to cry, especially when the widest smile I’ve held in a while might just break my face in half.
“I know you’re quiet and like to make yourself smaller when confronting people, but you will never be small to me. I’ll always lift you up.”
I pull him into another kiss. A chaste kiss, gentle and kind, unlike the devouring that took place not even three feet from us against the door.
“I can do that,” I say.
“That’s my girl.” He grins. “I’m glad you told me because I’ve heard how scary it can be to tell people about everything. I’m also glad because I don’t really know the first thing about taking care of you.”
“You don’t have to take care of me, Oliver.” I let out a small yawn, all the adrenaline from before evaporating as the night simmers down.
