Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,20

and the feeling of his body against mine making my arms ache to hold him again.

Soon, I promise myself. Soon.

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Chapter‌ ‌7‌

Sterling

Barrett told me to do my own research before making a decision, which is exactly what I spend the next morning doing. In fact, I do so much research that my dick is all but rubbed raw before noon. The question of whether calling the man Daddy in bed would turn me on seems to be a resounding yes. Heck, the way the word felt rolling off my tongue right before our kiss last night cleared that up pretty quick.

Unfortunately, porn can only answer so many questions for me, and everything else seems like a bit of a minefield. I did a search for Daddy kink and got a lotta results, but they said all kinds of different stuff. Some talked about diapers and acting like a baby or little kid, which doesn’t hold much appeal for me. One thing that seems to keep coming up on almost every site I visit is communication. I guess that makes sense. It’s probably a good rule for any relationship when you get right down to it. But, I’m not sure how that will help me decide what I want.

Well, except, I kinda already know what I want. The research was because Barrett told me to, but my heart knew the answer right after he asked the question. Heck yeah, it’s prob’ly crazy to follow a near stranger to a whole other state, but what’ve I got to lose? And as for all that kinky stuff he talked about last night, I’m more than up for giving it a try.

I guess all that’s left is tying up all my loose ends. I log off the ancient computer settled on the desk in the corner of my room and head into the bathroom so I can take a quick shower to wash off all the evidence of my ahem “research”.

I toss my dirty clothes in the hamper while the shower heats up and then stand in front of the mirror. For a change, I don’t avoid my reflection. No, instead I look right at it, ignoring the squirming, uncomfortable feeling in my gut. I tilt my face to one side so I can see my birthmark head on, various patches of dark pink and light purple extending from above my eyebrow down to the bottom of my cheek, and from the bridge of my nose to my temple. I flinch internally at the sight of it. When I was little, I used to stand in front of this same sink, crying and scrubbing my face, praying as hard as I could that it would wash away so I could be normal. I close my eyes against the burning of tears that are threatening to break free. Dragging in a deep breath, I steel myself and look again, determined to find an answer to why a man like Barrett could possibly want someone like me.

The mirror fogs up from the steam of the shower before I manage to find my answer, so I give up and push back the ratty, mildew-covered curtain and slip under the hot spray of water. Maybe it don’t matter why he’s interested in me. However long he wants me is more than I ever woulda dared to hope for.

Once I’m finished showering, I wrap a towel around my waist and go back into my bedroom. Standing, dripping wet, I look around the small room and wait to feel something. This could be the last time I’ll see this bedroom, I should miss it or something, shouldn’t I? But I have a hard time feeling anything but impatience to pack up my stuff and get out. I don’t have a fancy suitcase or nothing. I never been anywhere, so it would be a silly thing for me to have. Instead, I stuff as many clothes as I can into paper grocery bags, leaving out one set of things to wear today.

With my clothes packed, the only thing that’s left to do here is to leave a note for my mama, in case she ever comes back. I s’pose I should call the landlord too. Dang though, what about all the furniture and stuff? Plus, what if mama does come back? Should I find a way to keep paying for this place just in case? Maybe Barrett will know what to do about it. I file that problem away for later and