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I threw my phone at the wall, wincing when I heard an ominous crack. Despite having more money than I could possibly spend, I didn’t like to waste it. I never took it for granted.
But thanks to my childish outburst, I would have to get a new phone. Teenager-Silas would slap me upside the head and call me a fucking moron.
And he’d be right. For several reasons, it seemed.
Well, it could stay there for tonight. It wasn’t like Kai would miraculously decide he was ready to talk to me.
I hugged a pillow to me, pretending it was Kai’s chest. It was no good. It was too soft, not the hard planes I was used to. Didn’t smell like him either.
It was the best I had for now.
I just had to hope and pray that when Kai returned, things would go back to normal.
Sleep came faster than I expected. But even in my dreams, I couldn’t escape Kai.
We were in his kitchen. Me leaning against one counter, him leaning against the sink.
The coffee machine was beeping. A pan was sizzling on the hob. It was just like any other morning when I gatecrashed Kai’s house for breakfast.
But something felt different. There was an electricity humming that wasn’t usually there.
Or maybe it had been. Maybe I’d just never noticed it.
Kai’s gaze was hooded as his eyes swept over me. “You been thinking about me, Si?”
“Yes.”
I blinked, and he was in front of me. It’d been a long time since I’d thought about our size difference, but now he was towering over me, and I was finding it hard to breathe.
“Whatcha been thinking about?” he murmured, trailing a finger down my chest. “Been thinking about me touching you?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t in control of what I was saying, the responses flowing like water. “Touch me, Kai.”
He gave me a smile I’d seen a thousand times before. “Never going to say no to that.”
His hand palmed my cock. I was already hard, but his touch was like someone had doused me with petrol and set me alight. “This what you wanted?”
“Yes.” Something niggled at the back of my mind. Something I was forgetting. Something important.
His hand circled my shaft. Somehow, my clothes had vanished, and there was nothing but his warm skin on mine. “Do you like me touching you?”
His question had my neurons firing, the thing I forgot suddenly bursting from me. He didn’t like us dancing together. Didn’t like the way we were on stage. “Do you like touching me?”
Kai smiled sadly as he let me go. “That’s not the right question, Si.”
“But it is!” He was getting further away. “Why won’t you talk to me? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“It’s not the right question,” he repeated. His voice echoed as he drifted out of sight. “The right one is—do you like me touching you?”
I bolted upright in bed, my heart racing.
I clutched at the sheets, staring down at my cock in disbelief. It looked angry, curved towards my stomach, begging for relief.
Do I like him touching me?
Pretty sure I knew the answer to that…even if I wasn’t ready to admit it.
The third month
