Chapter 5
Hawk
T here’s so many things people don’t value enough until they’re no longer accessible, but I’ll never again take warm showers for granted. For the first time in years, I can just relax and massage my scalp with fresh-smelling foam as warm water drips down my body and washes away the fatigue of half a decade. I get to brush my teeth in peace, and hell, I even use some face cream. I’m not quite renewed yet, but it’s a start, and by the time I switch off the water, I’m ready to serve the prince all night long.
At this point, there’s probably a manhunt out for me, but it’s not like anyone’s gonna search for me in a random guy’s bedroom. Maybe an escape north is going to be easier if I wait out the initial rush of attention? I wrap a towel around my hips, pick up our scattered clothes, and peek into the corridor. Thankfully, I can’t hear or see any indicators that Sylvan’s landlady… who’s probably his mom, awoke so I return to his room, rolling my bare feet over the wooden floor.
It’s showtime.
I can’t believe I had enough self-control to send him to the bedroom after rimming him so thoroughly, but I want to savor him. His body is more perfect than I could have imagined, a work of art sculpted in pale marble. Sylvan is so malleable too, putty in my hands. When his cheeks flushed pink, pointy ears twitching, I could have eaten him alive. I want to squeeze, pinch, hear him moan, see him lose his composure until he’s a beautiful mess, begging for my dick.
I walk into the room engulfed in green illumination coming from a lava lamp in Sylvan’s hands and the moonlight behind him.
I came in cocky and ready to jump right into bed, but I stall at the picture he makes.
Pretty as a fairy tale prince, he’s sitting on the bed. The moon looms high in the sky outside and shines through the fabric of… is that a ladies' nightgown? Despite being black, the garment is so thin I can see the outline of his body under it, and I wonder if he’s still hard behind that raised thigh, or if he was naughty and jerked off.
“Is that… like… a nightdress?” I ask, careful not to ruin the mood, because if he wants to play the princess next, I can go with that too. All I care about is that he’s beautiful, willing, and seems as amazed by me as I am with him.
Sylvan pulls on the frill at his wrist. “It’s a night shirt . For sleeping. I was able to bring it with me from the Nightmare Realm. It’s made of frailweave. Is this unusual for you?”
Aah! That’s right, men in the olden days wore those really long shirts to bed. I’ve seen it in a couple of movies my ex made me watch with him. Sylvan is more committed to his role than I thought. Is that even his real name, or did he choose it because being called an ordinary one, like Greg or Owen, would have ruined the fantasy for him?
I smirk and meet his gaze as I drop the towel to the floor. “I’m a simple man, princeling. I like sleeping naked.”
I love the way his eyes zero in on my dick. He might speak fancy and be all demure and shit, but deep down, he’s a greedy, filthy boy who invited a man off the street to his bedroom. I see him.
“Oh. And… you do not get cold?” he asks as if we’re not about to get down to business. The flush is back on his white cheeks and I want to lick it.
I’m not always into the innocent act, but his take on it is so unpretentious and real.
“Not if I have a pretty thing such as yourself to keep my cock warm,” I say, placing my knee on the edge of the bed and taking the lamp out of his hands. I can already imagine a whole lifetime of sleeping with my dick between his—
No.
This is a short-term thing. Maybe even a one-and-done. I’m on the run from prison and can’t be losing my head over a pair of pretty blue eyes.
His breath hitches, but he places his elegant hand on my thigh, seeming amazed by the hair there.
“I can see your point. I’ve not had the pleasure of sharing my bed before.”
I used to be like that too, always looking for a fresh ass, never wanting to get tied down, and rushing out of someone’s bedroom right after sex. With a face like his, and enough recklessness to invite a guy like me over, I bet this bed is a high traffic area.
I place the lamp on the nightstand and grab Sylvan’s ankles, yanking at them to bring his ass to the edge of the bed. If this prince wanted to be treated gently, he wouldn’t have picked a tattooed brute.
His gasp makes my dick hard in an instant, and the motion forces his shirt to ride up all the way up his thighs. Maybe I do prefer it to pajamas. Easy access.
“Can we… kiss again?” he asks sweetly, reminding me of how he complimented me about being a good kisser. It makes pride swell in my chest like I’m a dog getting a treat.
I grin, leaning over him, my hips between his open thighs. “You want these lips? Take them, baby,” I tease, focused on his flushed complexion. It’s like cream with a bit of strawberry jam mixed in for color, and I wish to have a meal like him every day of my life.
No looking out for guards, no stench of unwashed bodies, and no weird prison politics mixed up in who you fuck.
Just a pair of sweet eager lips, a guy who smells like a meadow at midnight, and his pure, unadulterated adoration for my dick.
Sylvan wraps his arms around my neck before delving in for a kiss. The fabric of his shirt is soft as clouds, and I can’t wait to be inside him, because I know it will feel just as heavenly. He might be initiating the kiss but remains a bit shy about it, leaving room for my tongue to play with him. He tastes of mint and some other herb, and I enjoy every second I get to explore his warm, wet mouth. Maybe I should fuck it first? Drive my dick deep between Sylvan’s pink lips? Just imagining them spread around my cock makes me rock-hard.
I hum, crawling on top of him. He’s now locked in the cage of my body, and as his limbs curl around me, pliant and needy, I grab my dick and rub it up and down the seam between Sylvan’s buttocks. He gasps into my mouth, and I respond by nipping his tongue, ready to rock his world.
His eyes fly open and he pulls away from the kiss, pressing on my shoulder. He’s flustered. “Oh. I… don’t… we…”
I watch him, even though all I want is to dick him down, but then it dawns on me what this is about. As much as I’d love to do him raw, I’m not about to make a fuss about a condom when I’m getting such a treat on a silver platter.
I reach into my joggers, but when I show him the wrapper with a question on my face, he frowns.
“You wish to… eat now?”
I glance at the package and it’s apparently strawberry daiquiri-flavored. “I mean… I suppose you can lick it too,” I tell him and open the wrapper before pulling out the pink condom. The air fills with the artificial aroma of fruit, but I ignore it and shift closer. “Want to put it on me or—”
Sylvan takes a deep breath, looking no less confused than before. He must know I want to fuck his ass. He was practically begging for it in the shower.
“I’m not sure I follow. Do you not eat condiments on other food items? That is… an object.”
It’s like being splashed by icy water. “Do you know what this is?” I ask, showing him the rubber as hope dies inside my chest, because. What. The. Fuck?
This can’t be part of his role play. That would be too weird. I think.
He’s growing exasperated and despite me kneeling between his open legs, he crosses his arms. “I cannot know everything !”
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Are you… over eighteen?” I ask, trying to remain calm, because this is too fucking weird. I like them cute, but I’m not in the market for sheltered kids! If he says he’s five hundred or something like that, I’m out, because that’s exactly what a teen with an overactive imagination and fake elf ears would say.
Sylvan huffs. “I am twenty-five. Do you know how to harvest coralberries? Or when to milk a seagoat? We all have matters we’re ignorant about.”
I roll my eyes and slide from between his legs, because this is damn ridiculous. “Can we pause it with the role play for now? Real talk, okay? Do you know what sex is? Do you know what I wanted to do?”
He turns to look at the moon as if it’s very interesting to him, and pulls down his shirt. “Of course I know what sex is… but I may not know all the details, so no, I’m not sure what that thing in your hand is. I’ve not yet had the pleasure to…” he drifts off.
He’s a virgin.
Honestly? I’m not that surprised, considering he’s just tried to distract me by mentioning ‘sea goats ’.
I drop the condom to the floor and exhale, glaring at him. “Do you know what anal sex is? Were you sheltered, or something? How do you not know what a condom is? When I showed it to you back at the restaurant, what did you think I was suggesting, if not fucking?”
Sylvan’s lips tremble, he scowls, but he still won’t meet my gaze. “I don’t know! Eating something. I thought it was a condiment. They come in those tiny packets, do they not? I know what anal sex is, and I understood that’s what offering my body means. It’s something… I would like to explore in the future, but we haven’t bonded yet, and we won't be able to for as long as this thing remains around my neck.” He pulls on the silver collar abruptly.
Is this his roundabout way of saying he’s not ready for anal?
I count to five and grab his hand. “It’s not a condiment. It’s a latex… sheath you pull on your dick to prevent pregnancy and STDs. I don’t have any—they had me tested—but when people don’t know, they can use condoms. Is this you telling me you never had sex with anyone and missed all and any sex ed?”
His hand is clammy when he squeezes mine. “I’ve just… not had the opportunity.” His pointy ears twitch again and again, like nervous puppies.
I exhale and peek in his eyes as hope awakens inside me again. Maybe the whole elven prince shtick is just his way of dealing with shyness? He seems sane enough otherwise. “But you… you want to have sex with me, right?”
He nods in an instant, and I appreciate the enthusiasm. “I want to wait with giving my body to you fully until our bond is made, but we can—I would like to do other things until then.”
If he’s a virgin and not all that well-educated about sex, he’s probably just scared. I can work with that.
“Next time, you need to tell it to me straight. Simple man, remember?” I ask, pointing at myself as I lean close enough to kiss his shoulder, uncovered where his thin nightshirt has slid off.
When he gives me a shy smile, it’s like moonlight shining down on me. He is just that charming. So maybe I won’t get to fuck him deep and hard right now. That’s okay, I can live with that. And maybe I was supposed to enjoy his sexy peach tonight and move on, but I can stick around. He wants to go to Boston after all. If that grimsmith is a creep who put that weird collar on Sylvan as part of some BDSM game, I could help him deal with the bastard.
“It’s true. You deserve that. You deserve to know what will happen if you allow the bond.” He slides closer and slips his dainty hand to my cheek. I can’t help it. Whatever the bond is for him, I want it. I’ve always been a sucker for cute twinks, and he’s everything I could want, from his lovely feet to his hypnotic eyes like two blue crystals with whole galaxies in them.
“Are you like… very into marriage?” I try guessing as I slide my knee between his legs and move my hand under the thin nightshirt, exploring the smooth, nearly-hairless skin.
Now that I know I won't be fucking his ass tonight, my disappointment eases and I turn my mind to the other things we can do until then.
He smiles, and it fills me with unexpected relief. Only now I realize how much seeing him upset bothered me. “That’s not how I would call it. I want you to become my Dark Companion. And I’m happy to exchange my body for it. Your shadow is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and when I get the collar off and my powers are back, I will use a strand of my hair’s shadow and tie it to your darkness. That will be our promise.”
Is it kinda woo-woo? Yes. But does it make me feel all gooey inside to be chosen by this absolute stunner? Also yes.
And, besides, I’ve seen and heard stranger things than this. If a huge percent of the population can go around claiming the Earth is flat, what’s so weird about Sylvan easing his anxieties by reimagining himself as an elven prince? He must have been through a lot, poor guy.
I stroke his damp hair and wrap one hair around my finger. “Yeah? You need a strand of you inside me?” I ask, and when he nods, I pull on the hair without thinking, then roll it between my fingers, and stuff it in my mouth. When his eyes go wide, I smile and swallow, washing it down with some water from a cup on the nightstand. “There. My promise.”
Of what? I’m not sure yet. That I’ll take him to Boston? That I’ll beat the shit out of the bastard who collared him? That I’ll marry him in an ancient forest? That I’ll fuck his brains out when he’s ready? Works for me.
I’ve never been into the virginity thing, but it’s kinda hot to think I’ll be his first. You always remember your first.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Sylvan shakes his head, but he’s smiling, and my hands are back under his nightshirt.
“I might be a bit crazy for you already, my little prince,” I whisper, rolling on top of him and burying my face in his sweet, sweet neck. “How about we seal the deal, hm? You might not want my cock in your snug little hole yet, but do you want it in your pretty mouth?” I ask and curl my fingers around his dick. It’s on the small side, but fits his body perfectly. Easier to suck too. He’s hard for me already, and I love its curved shape in my hand.
Sylvan nods, sliding his warm hands up my back. I don’t have to know his whole life story to be at ease with him. It’s the way he looks at me, how he opens his legs for me, how he arches up for a kiss that make me feel desired.
“I don’t know how much of it will fit,” he whispers against my lips. “But I really want to… lick it. It has to be the most magnificent cock I’ve ever seen.” The scarlet is back on his cheeks as soon as he says that, and I can’t get enough of it. I need to fill his mouth, make him swallow, moan and whimper.
“I’ll ease you into it, baby. Trust me, your mouth was made for sucking cock,” I whisper and capture his lips in a kiss that has us both shivering by the time I pull away and meet his gaze.
He rocks against me, all delightful in his arousal. I must have been his first kiss as well. He’s twenty-five, needy, and full of pent-up sexual frustration I’m more than happy to ease. He’ll be sleeping like a baby after I’m done with him tonight.
“I’ll do my best,” he says so earnestly, I kiss him again.
“Pretty sure you’ll enjoy yourself too, princeling,” I say, drawing a little heart on his cheek with the tip of my finger. How could anyone resist this kind of temptation? “Ready?” I ask, rising to my knees.
“Yes. Please.”
It’s like he really is magical, because when he says that word, a whole flurry of horny ideas splashes into my mind. I already know I’ll get him to beg for my dick when we get to anal fuck. I want to hear needy whimpers, see his face flush, and for nasty words to spill out of that prim mouth.
“Should I just do what I want then?” I ask, straddling his chest. His eyes, beautiful like the most expensive sapphires, widen with lust, and he licks his lips before shyly placing his hands on my thick thighs. I love the contrast of my meaty body and his pale, bony digits, and when he nods, lowering his eyelids ever so slightly, I kiss my index and middle fingers before pressing them to his lips. “I’m going to make you so wet and messy.”
His eyes glaze over with lust, and there’s no more of that lost lamb innocence in his expression. Without me even asking, he parts his lips and licks my fingers, gaze firmly planted on my cock. So what if he’s still a virgin? He just needed the right guy to pluck him.
“Ooh, you sweet, pretty thing,” I rasp, shifting my hips forward, so my dick sways right in front of Sylvan’s cute face, hypnotizing him as I grab the pillow and stuff it behind his head, so he’s in a more convenient position.
I glance back with a smirk at his nightshirt all the way up his hips and his needy cock. I’ll make him wait until I’m sated.
I grab the sides of his face, lowering myself but keeping my cock just out of reach as I stroke it. “Now I just need to decide if I want to flood your mouth with my spunk or come on your flushed cheeks. Decisions… decisions…”
Sylvan lowers his eyelids, hiding those gems he has for eyes behind a curtain of white lashes. He can’t find his voice though, and I don’t blame him, because he seems far too preoccupied with my dick to think.
“Tongue out,” I say, to test the waters, and when he rolls it out like a red carpet, I wipe the moisture gathered at the tip on its soft, pink surface. He is pliant. Obedient. No wonder he got himself in trouble with someone who welded a collar on him.
His hot breath tickles my skin as he makes deep exhales through his nose.
“You’re a good boy already, but I’ll make a good cocksucker out of you. Your body will be mine after all. I need you ready,” I whisper as I rock my cockhead over his wet tongue. I’m in fucking heaven. He is delightful.
There’s something irresistible about a man unable to help himself in the face of arousal, and seeing his eyes roll back, his cheeks darken, takes me to the highs of anticipation. I keep touching myself as I rock my hips, dragging my balls over that innocent face, and I gasp when he opens up, licking my sac.
“You are a natural, prince. Who would have thought a royal was so into licking another man’s balls…” Because why not? If that’s his fantasy, I can lean into it. Kinda hot to be the brute who ravishes this snow-white princeling.
I love the little whine he makes. It sends arousal all the way to the tip of my dick until I drip pre-cum on his face, yet he never takes his mouth off my balls.
I even have to calm him down when he starts sucking on me too firmly, but once we ease into it and he starts exploring my balls with his tongue, I grin, staring at the pale hair between my thighs. “What would your mother, the queen, think if she saw you like this? It would be a real scandal, wouldn’t it?” I continue, prodding at his fantasies.
He stills, hesitating for a moment. “Definitely, if someone knew we’re doing this before we’re bonded,” Sylvan mumbles, happily pressing his nose to my balls. He moves his hands up my thighs as if he also can’t get enough of touching me.
I grin and tighten my thighs over his head as I give myself a moment to just feel his touch and enjoy it. I did have oral sex in prison, but it wasn’t like this, not with a pretty twink who’s never done a wrong thing in his life and has no ulterior motives. “That’s it, you want that cum served hot, don’t you?”
He makes a dreamy sigh and trails his flattened tongue over the underside of my dick, all the way to the head. Be still my heart, because my cock sure won’t be.
“I want to taste you,” Sylvan whispers, sounding a bit shy again, which combined with the fact that his mouth is on my dick makes me want to plow those pink lips and come right now. His fingers tremble, their movement is slow, but inch by inch, he still finds his way to my ass. Bold. I like it.
“You want me to push in, little prince?” I ask, rocking my hips. We both gasp when my cockhead taps Sylvan’s open mouth. I change my position, because the answer to this question is painfully obvious in his hazy eyes. Resting both hands behind my lover’s head, I hang over him with my cock hovering above his greedy lips.
“Why do I even ask?” I tease as I slide my cockhead in. “Isn’t your body mine to use after all? However I like. Whenever I like.” Okay, okay, maybe only after that bond he’s talking about but I’ve already made my promise, and the idea makes me horny. I push my cock in farther, until it fills his cheek, and I’m treated to the most personalized porn ever. I rock my dick in for good measure, poking at the inside of his flushed cheek again and again.
Sylvan moans and squeezes my ass, but he’s not intent on stopping me in any way. He wants to be my toy, my hot, wet fucksleeve.
And I want him to be that too.
Who would want a treasure like him for only one night? He might be mad, but I’m certainly not.
“Suck it. Gently, really savor how I taste. I want you to remember it in detail, so you can imagine it even when you can’t take it in your mouth, no matter how desperate you get,” I whisper, watching him hollow his cheeks.
And fuck, yes, his warm, smooth mouth feels so perfect around my dick. In an ideal world, I would never pull myself out and remain forever encased by this pillowy comfort.
Every now and then as he sucks, he looks up into my eyes as if to ask if he’s doing it right, and if that isn’t just precious, I don’t know what is. I see no reason to spare him praise when he’s being such a good boy.
“Ah… That’s it, keep your mouth nice and open for me,” I say as I push my cock in deeper, getting him used to the sensation. I let out a grunt every time he sucks harder, letting him know how much I appreciate his horny mouth. Judging by the way his gaze slides from my face and down my body, I’m confident he’s enjoying the show too. Still, I ask.
“You like what you see, hm? You like a big, muscular dude who could fold you like a pretzel and split you open? I know boys like you. You’re just dying to satisfy me as many times as I want.” I babble, pushing in harder. I stop the moment his throat convulses around me, and withdraw gently before he can choke.
Damn, he’s so hot.
He lets out an incoherent whimper that only spurs me on. Despite the tears pooling in his lovely eyes from the strain of taking my dick, he’s not tapping me to pull away or signaling for it in any way.
No. He wants me to fuck his mouth. He’s been waiting twenty-five years for this after all. For a big fat cock tickling his tonsils.
I rock my dick into him at a steady pace and reach back to find his cock not only hard but twitching at my touch. There’s a pool of wetness from all the pre-cum he’s been dripping on his stomach.
“That’s how horny you are?” I ask, barely squeezing his cock, because I don’t want him to come yet. “Painfully stiff just from sucking my dick? Can you taste my juices already?”
I let go of him when his cock twitches in my hand, desperate for release. Too bad. I want him hot and needy when he takes my load.
Locking my eyes on his, I bring my damp hand to my lips and lick his pre-cum off. Damn. It’s so smooth to the taste. “You better get me off, or I’ll never let you come,” I whisper and make another push with my hips, this time, I don’t immediately withdraw after hitting his gag reflex, and when he squeezes my thighs, I shush him in a gentle voice. “Breathe. I know you want to let me all the way in. You want to bury your nose in my pubes and close your lips around the base as I plow in,” I add, massaging his neck as he coughs, blinking away tears.
And still, no pushback.
I want to keep him.
He makes a few needy moans of confirmation and I sense him shifting under me as he slides his hands to the small of my back. He’s so aroused he can’t stay put, so I need to ground him.
I grab the sides of his head and drill into him. Slowly at first, but then, as he gets used to the pressure at his throat, I go faster. Every time I drag my cock over his soft tongue, a shiver of pleasure goes down my spine. Lust pools in my balls when I watch my dick stretch his lips.
“That’s it. You’re gonna be so good at this,” I rasp, stroking his pointy ears with my thumbs. “You’ll take my load twice a day, won’t you?” I tease as I speed up my thrusts into his hot mouth.
His hum sounds like confirmation but also travels up my shaft, and all the way to my insides as I ease him in. Hot vapor fills up the space between my ears instead of brains. “I’ll play with you whenever I want, and you’ll be too into it to stop me,” I say, shivering at the plunging noise inside his throat.
Fuck. He is irresistible. I want that collar off and to really make him my boy.
“We’ll be driving down the road, and I’ll just pull your head down if I feel like it,” I fantasize out loud and he whimpers in response, but I’m going for it now. I’m fucking his face in earnest, holding onto his ears and taking no prisoners.
I’ll be coming in his mouth and making sure he swallows every last drop. My heart beats faster with every second, and I feel so alive. I feel free . For the first time in five years I feel truly in charge. Anything I did behind bars was a pale shadow of my new reality. My wings were clipped and claws cut off. I’ll never allow it again.
Tears roll down his cheeks, but he’s holding onto my ass for dear life and clearly doesn’t want me to pull away for more than the inch that allows him to breathe. I smile and pet his head as I ride his face, ready to let go of shame and all the bad things that happened in the past. This is my lucky day, and I will make something out of the chance it offers.
My balls smack his chin, and the heat that’s been cooking inside them rushes up my shaft, erupting inside Sylvan’s mouth.
“Swallow. Take it,” I order him, focused on his messy features.
His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little but doesn’t push me away. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and after the initial shock, he sucks and swallows like he was made for it. I grunt in bliss as I make a few last thrusts, filling his mouth with more cum every time. It feels like letting go of years of pent-up rage and resentment. I thought I’d moved on after a year or two in the can, but I only sense the true relief now.
“You like that?” I rasp. “A full belly of my cum…” I smile in satisfaction and pull out a little so my cockhead still rests on his tongue.
I let go of his pink ears, leaning over him as he swallows what I gave him despite the tears running down his cheeks and the mess of saliva on his chin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” I utter without thinking and grab a folded piece of white fabric with a golden trim. I use it to clean his face, starting around the eyes, so I don’t get cum in them.
I’m sorry to be out of his mouth, but I know I’ve overstayed my welcome when my cockhead becomes too sensitive. He sighs when I pull out, half-lucid when he stares at me. Then at the fabric.
“Oh no!” he whines and limply pushes my hand away. “Not this one! It has my family crest!”
I look at the already stained handkerchief, noting the letters S. G. and a stylized octopus locked inside an oval crest adorned with seaweed. I shrug. “We’ll just wash it, my prince. No problemo,” I add, dropping it to the bed as I lean in to kiss him.
I’m very aware that he’s still hard and horny out of his mind, but he’s so cute . Little prince with his pointy ears and embroidered handkerchief.
Sylvan takes a deep breath and strokes my stubbly cheek as we kiss. “Your cock tasted delicious,” he whispers against my lips. I’m pretty sure he’s exaggerating when it comes to flavor, but my chest fills with glee either way.
“How do you think I’ll like yours?” I ask and kiss my way down his chest, already pushing his legs open. My mouth waters when his dick pokes the underside of my chin, and I grin when Sylvan puts both his hands across his lips. Heat radiates from his body as I rub my nose up and down his shaft, drinking in his musky essence, but it’s already twitching in response to my touch, so I take it in my mouth before my princeling can start begging.
His thighs make the best ear muffs when they close around me. He tastes… good. Great even. Salty, without a hint of bitterness. I stroke the soft, hot skin of his legs as I take all of his cock in with ease.
I barely move my head twice before he shoots his load, hips rising off the bedding. He’s muffling his moans, but I still hear him panting. I glance up to see his back arched, his flushed chest and stiff pink nipples. Even sweaty, he smells only of the fresh scent of soap and his own aroma that’s like nothing I’ve ever sensed on a man. I’m no poet but it’s like moonlight seeped into his skin.
“Perfection,” I mumble, crawling back up with my lips tasting of him. He’s still trembling, gasping for air as I cradle him close and kiss his cheek.
It feels good to lie down to sleep together.
So damn good.
He’s so tiny in my arms I already feel protective of him. He’s lovely, absolutely lovely, and doesn’t even pull down his nightshirt, so I can be his big spoon and press my dick to that pretty peach.
I kiss the back of his head like he’s my kitten. Kiss the pointy ears, cuddle him to my chest, overwhelmed by how much I’ve missed someone so sweet in my embrace.
I can make a little detour to Boston. Why not? And then take him with me to Canada. After all, he doesn’t seem to have a lot going for him here. An evening shift at Best Burgers Bonanza, no car, and a room he claims to rent even though I think he’s just hiding that he lives with his mom.
I know what my family would say, but it’s not kidnapping if he agrees to go.