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He wanted me, no doubt about it, but he didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure why, but if I had time, I thought I could wear him down.
“French fries are my guilty pleasure. If I could exist on nothing but french fries, I would. I’d be as big as a cow, but I’d be a happy cow.”
“Yeah, because you see those two things are conflicting right this moment. Because what I want this minute is to kiss you. I want to know how you taste as much as I want my next breath, but what I want long-term is to know who Gavin Prince is. What he wants out of life, what his hopes and dreams are, and most of all, I want him to be mine, and I have a feeling that if I rush things with that kiss, it won’t stop there. Then I’ll just be another man who fucked you, and that, my precious, will never do.”
“Baby boy, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you sashay your perfect little ass out to the pool in that tiny little swimsuit. Make no mistake about it. Waiting isn’t what I want either. But it’s what’s best.”
My Uncle was the worst kind of homophobe. The kind that would tell you they weren’t homophobic at all and that they were just kidding. Personally, I never thought being an asshole was all that hilarious.
The same thing sometimes happened when I was throwing a pot. Where from the first moment I picked up the clay, I knew it was going to be beautiful. That’s the way this felt.
Part of me wished he’d have gone slower so I could enjoy the show, but I’d never been good at waiting to unwrap my gifts, and that was what this felt like. Like a gift.
“I’ve heard of Dirty Dancing. That’s the nobody puts baby in a corner movie, right? I haven’t seen it, though.”
The control he had was freely given, and that was very different. That kind of control was freeing, not confining.
“Someone missed me.” “Me, Daddy, I’m that someone.”
Those beautiful green eyes looked into mine, and for just a minute, it was like I was lost. But I didn’t care. At that moment, I had everything I wanted and then some right here in my arms.
I’d always been dominant and demanding, but I’d never been possessive. At least not until Gavin. Not until this kiss.
