Page 4 of Stars Like Confetti

Please don’t make me go…

Shea smiled sweetly, handing over the things he’d snatched from the table. “You’ve seen it all before.”

My stomach flipped at the memories of spending our nights exploring each other.

Suddenly bashful, I slid his wet jeans down his body, kneeling to untie his shoes and pull everything off his legs and feet. When I reached for the waistband of his underwear, he stopped my hands. “M-maybe you haven’t seen everything,” he said shyly.

“Have you had bottom surgery?”

Shea shook his head and glanced toward his bag, where I’d tucked the vial of testosterone deep in the bottom. It hadn’t bothered me, nor did the side effects of the hormone. I smiled and tested the waters brushing a tender kiss across his thigh where his underwear ended. “It’s okay.”

He released my hands, and I slipped his boxer briefs down his legs.

Arousal was the furthest thing from my mind in that moment, because I had a Little who needed me. I reached behind me to the changing table, pulling a pack of fragrance-free wipes from one of the drawers and peeling it open.

As I cleaned him, I wondered when he’d discovered that he was a Little. It wasn’t long after I went to my first kink club that I knew I was into age play, and that my ideal scenario was to be a full-time caregiver, but Shea had been the only person I ever saw myself having a life with. It was truly unfair for anyone I dated after we split, because they paled in comparison.

“Have you had anything to eat?” I asked him. “Or to drink?”

Guilt flickered across pretty eyes, but I’d known the answer the moment I saw that vial of hormones. Sometimes the thought of trying to figure out which bathroom to use was too much to deal with, so you skipped eating or drinking to eliminate the problem entirely.

Only, the human body didn’t work that way.

I dressed Shea in some clean clothes and even tied his shoes—because my Da senses were on fire and after being separated for so long, I shamelessly wanted a few more private moments with him.

Once he was clean and dry, I put his wet clothes into a plastic bag and set them aside to be washed. “Wash your hands please,” I told him.

He turned his back to me to do so, but I didn’t miss the stolen glances he gave me in the mirror, blushing and ducking his head when he got caught. “I’m sorry,” he whispered while I washed myself.

“What for?”

“All of…” He gestured around the room. “—this. I shouldn’t have been caught so short.”

“Accidents happen, Shea. I promise you couldn’t have been in a better place for it.” Nerves flared in my gut with even the thought of my next question. “Are you here with anyone?”

He shook his head, and it was all I could do to mask a sigh of relief. “No, I’m alone. You?”

“Same.” Out of instinct, I shouldered his bag for him and led him out of the bathroom. “Come on. Let’s go finish the welcome spiel so you can have a proper shower and get some rest.”

Though before he could make it a few steps, Shea swayed and grabbed onto the wall for support. He didn’t need that stupid wall—my arm was right there to hold him. “Maybe we'll get you something to eat first.”

A nervous laugh bubbled out of Shea’s mouth. “I promise I’m not usually like this.”

“I know,” I said. I dropped his bag next to a table in the small dining area next to the store and pulled out a chair for him. “Road trips are hard for people like us.”

After planting him at a table with a Gatorade and a snack, I went back to the desk to grab his things. As I took inventory of everything to make sure it was what he needed, I felt a presence at my back.

Jordan.

“I know you’re standing there,” I murmured without looking over my shoulder. I wasn’t ready to face his inquisition.

Yes, I would have to eventually, but not later. Right now, I had so much catching up to do. But the feeling of someone standing behind me grew into something stronger when Jordan gave me “the look.”

The one that always read straight through my bullshit.

Sighing, I whirled on him with Shea’s welcome packet in my hands. “Remember that ex I told you about?”

“Mmhmm….”