Konnor lifts a hand out to me. The move gives me all the answer I need.
One minute I’m at the door, and the next I’m practically on top of him. From shoulder to knee, our bodies touch. It’s far too tempting to be this close to him. Clothes don’t lessen the effect in any way. If anything, it only makes my desire stronger.
“Brett,” he says softly.
“Konnor.”
At my firm reply, he leans his head on my shoulder. “I’m not sure what’s happening. This is all moving so fast. And I don’t even know what ‘this’ is. Have I fallen and hit my head? Is that it?”
I press a soft kiss to the top of his head as my arms wrap around him. “This isn’t a dream, nor are you hallucinating. Think of it as more like fate interceding in our lives. You were meant to be here so I could find you. That’s all.”
“I’m not sure…”
Leaning back, I make sure I’m looking him in the eye when I lay my full truth on the line.
“You may not be sure, but I am. When you’re around, I feel like I can breathe better. It’s as if your proximity slows down the chaos of my mind and brings me peace I didn’t know I could have. I’m sure that sounds a bit out there since we’ve literally only spoken twice before this. If I could explain it better, then I would.”
He shakes his head rapidly. “I feel the same way. It doesn’t make any sense though.”
“It does,” I insist. “We’re not saying we’re in love. This thing between us—this pull—is attraction. A connection at the most physical level. You and I don’t have to know each other to know we want more.”
“That… that makes sense. But what does that mean for us? I don’t want to have a fling. Especially not with someone I have to be around at work. It’s not who I am.”
My heart soars at his words. Maybe he’ll want what I do too. Someone who means more than to warm my bed.
“Can I tell you what I’m looking for in a partner? It might help you if you know where I stand first?”
He nods. “Yes, please. When you told me the truth before, it made decisions easier. I hate having to make decisions.”
Damn. It’s like he knows exactly what I want to hear.
“What I’m looking for is a partner who wants more than casual. I want to date someone. To build a serious commitment with them.”
At my words, he slowly nods. I wait for him to speak, and when he doesn’t, I continue. This next part is where I truly worry I’ll lose him. Because of my pledge to be upfront about my kinks, I have to tell him I’m a Daddy. There’s no getting out of it.
“Do you know what Daddy kink is?”
His cheeks go pink at my question. It’s not a verbal answer, though I suspect his reaction is based on some sort of understanding.
Shyly, he answers, “Only from researching online. I don’t know anyone who practices.”
“Thank you for being honest. I appreciate you sharing that with me.”
“Are you—?” Konnor’s question cuts off as he bites his lip.
“Am I what? A Daddy?”
His eyes go wide even as he nods.
Chuckling at his reaction, I run my hands along his arms. We’re still sitting close, our bodies aligned, as if waiting for us to get our shit together.
I’m trying.
“Would it bother you if I said I was? Is that a dealbreaker?”
“I’m not sure,” he answers, his eyes closing at the touch of my hands on his body. “It’s not a dealbreaker from the start, but I’ve never been with someone who had those needs. What if… what if I’m not what you need?”
“There is little doubt in my mind that you aren’t damn near exactly the type of boy I’ve been looking for.”
