Teeny tiny chapter this week, sorry guys. I probably post another Monday/tuesdayish to make up for it. Happy reading!
The next day I found myself longing for lunch time, a time that I usually dreaded seeming as how busy the coffee shop then became. But today I didn't care. I just wanted to see my golden boy again.
Sure enough, he settled where he had the day before, carefully picking at whatever he was supposed to be eating. More of it was given to the birds than in his mouth, but he didn't seem to care. And all I could concentrate on was what I could feed him. Good god he was cute. Made even cuter by the way he seemed so blissfully unaware of the true intentions of those around him; smiling at anyone whose eye he accidently met. So full of light.
As the days turned into weeks I stared at my golden boy more and more. I learnt his shift times. I googled the titles of the books he read, studied his eating habits, the way he walked, how he sat, his continuous fidgeting – all in the name of trying to construct a realistic fantasy of what it would be like when I had him squirming underneath me. He'd better fucking smile like that for me.
The more time that passed, the more detail I needed. When he answered his phone one day, I couldn't resist the opportunity. Leaving my shop, I tried to walk as casually as I could across the road, continuing my path behind him, probably closer than the average person would have, but I had to hear his voice; I was desperate.
"-last exam is on Monday," he was telling the person on the other end, pausing to listen to their reply.
I could have died; his voice was so sweet and his laugh was so pretty and I could have listened to it for hours – preferable while he screamed my name as I pushed him over the edge. Suddenly I found myself running back to my shop, texting Alistair to get the fuck over here now and refusing to let anyone else in. As soon as he was in reach – over half an hour later, the bustard – I slammed him up against the wall, ripping his belt undone.
"Oh, so you're dominant now, are you?" he teased, grinning.
"Shut the fuck up," I quipped, pushing myself up against him. I'd never wanted to fuck anybody as badly as I did right now. Except it was my golden boy I wanted. Not Alistair.
