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He loves me just as much as I do him.
I just wish he’d say it.
I just got home from work, and I can hear Damon puttering around. I wonder if he’s just finished a solo shoot. I love watching him with his toys, love the way he stares at me and not the screen as he fucks himself with them. I’m so fucking glad he is continuing to do his job but in a way where I don’t end up jealous as hell.
Sometimes I even join in, knocking the camera over and fucking him. The fans go wild for it. And at this point, if someone recognizes me, I don’t give a shit. This is my man. My boyfriend. I do what I want.
And I’m goddamn proud of him and everything he’s accomplished.
I’m proud to be his.
As I walk through our house, I see the little touches he’s placed on things, making it just as much his as it is mine. The colorful throw pillows on the couch, his artwork on the walls…I love it all. I love that he’s brought color and sass into my life.
I hear a curse and then a crash as I round the corner toward our bedroom. I have no idea what he’s gotten himself into, but it can’t be good.
“Damon,” I call out, and I hear a yelp. Not a human one either.
“Oh my god,” Damon says, as he appears before me, with dirt-stained face and hands. “Why are you home so early?”
He tries to close the bedroom door, but he doesn’t quite succeed.
“Why do you have dirt all over you?” I ask as I take him in. His cheeks flush and he waggles his fingers around his face nervously.
“No reason.”
I hear a yelp behind him and then a wet nose is touching my ankles.
I glance down and see a small fluffy dog, a Pomeranian, I think.
“What is this?” I ask, leaning down and picking it up. It wags its tail, sniffing me and licking my neck.
“Oh…that’s just…it’s a rodent. I’m returning him immediately.”
My eyebrows fly to my hairline.
“Return him?”
“It was a mistake. One I realized I made after he ate my banana plant!”
I stare at him and he huffs. “Do not look at me like that. It was an impulse. A moment of weakness.”
“You got a dog?”
“I did.” He places his hands on his hips and gives me a sassy look.
“I thought you hated dogs.”
“I do. Despise them. This one the most.”
The dog wags its tail and leans toward Damon, trying to kiss him. Damon leans forward, letting the dog plant one right on his cheek.
My heart warms, and I shake my head.
“You’re a dog lover.”
“I am not. I hate them all.”
He eyeballs the dog and then adds, “But not you, Princess. Of course not you.”
