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Constantine chuckles, and takes a sip of his coffee. "Keep eating, boy. If you finish your waffles, tonight I'll pull out the special silverware for dinner."
This gives me pause. I pull my head out from behind Mr. Green and stare into Constantine's eyes. His words sit in the back of my mind.
Special silverware? I've never heard of such a thing, but I'm curious. I'd better quit being a baby and ask what he means.
"Special silverware?" I furrow my brow. "I'm not sure what you mean."
Constantine holds up his index finger. "Wait here."
Rising from his chair, he pushes it in and retreats to the kitchen. He rummages through a few drawers, then drops to his knees and looks in the bottom cupboard. At last, a smile breaks out on his face when he finds what he searches for, and pockets it before returning to the dining room.
"Here." He slides the item out of his pocket and dangles it in front of me. "This is the special silverware. If you eat your waffles, I'll use it to feed you tonight."
Tiny, plastic eating utensils. I let out a squeal of excitement and almost spill my apple juice all over the table.
"Oh my God." I look at the adorable fork, spoon, and knife. "I've read about these before. Baby utensils."
Constantine pockets the silverware. "Eat up. Otherwise, you'll have to use your fork and knife like a big boy at dinner."
I blush. How this man figures me out so well, I'll never know. He gets my kinks, understands me, doesn't judge me at all. He reads my mind before I even think, fulfilling my every want and need.
For the first time since last night, I allow myself to think that this arrangement, this thirty-day trial period, might work. How amazing would it be to be Constantine's boy? I picture Constantine being by my side, reading my mind, attending to my needs, treating me like the most special prince in the world. Constantine's the nicest man ever, and I doubt he'll hurt me.
But that's when a dark cloud drifts across my mind. As amazing as these fantasies are, I still haven't told Constantine about my condition. Will he accept me for who I am, or will he run like every other man I've ever known?
I take a big bite of my heart-shaped waffle. But that's when one of the rubber bands on my braces snaps and causes pain on my cheek.
"Ow," I scream, bringing my hand to my cheek.
Constantine's eyebrows slam together. "What's wrong, boy?"
"My braces." I sniffle and try not to cry. "One of my rubber bands snapped."
Great. This is exactly what I need. I make progress with Constantine, but then I remind him I'm just a stupid, dumb kid. I should've known better than to think this could ever lead to a real thing.
Bursting with tears, I leap up from the table and rush to the bathroom.
