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Damien’s POV 1
For all his maturity, Adrian was still just four years old, and this was the longest he'd ever been separated from
his mother.
“I know she does,” | said firmly. “She probably misses you so much it makes her tummy hurt a little bit.”
“Like when | miss her at school?”
“Exactly like that. But she’ll be hsoon, and then she’ll want to hear about everything we did today.”
Adrian considered this seriously, then nodded with satisfaction. “I’m going to tell her about the pancakes and the
playground and how you read with the funny voices.”
We ordered pizza for dinner-a decision that Adrian greeted with the enthusiasm usually reserved for major
holidays.
Getting him into pajamas and settled for the night was easier than I'd expected. He guidedthrough each
step with patient
instruction.
“Now we read one more story, and then you turn on the nightlight, and then you say goodnight,” he explained as
we settled into his bed with yet another book about anthropomorphic animals learning valuable life lessons.
“What kind of goodnight?” | asked, genuinely curious about the specifics of his bedtritual.
“Just regular goodnight. But sometimes Mommy sings, but you don’t have to sing because boys don’t always like
singing.”
“Sboys like singing,” | pointed out, though | was secretly grateful not to be expected to perform a lullaby.
“Do you like singing?”
“Not particularly,” I admitted.
“That's okay. Mommy says people are good at different things, and that’s what makes the world interesting.”
After the final story was read and the nightlight was activated according to his precise specifications, | stood in
his doorway feeling oddly reluctant to leave. The day had been unlike anything I'd ever experienced-challenging
in ways | hadn't expected, but also deeply
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rewarding.
“Mr. Damien?” Adrian's sleepy voice drifted from the bed.
“Thank you for taking care oftoday.”
“Thank you for letting me,” | said softly.
“Will you do it again sometime? Even when Aunt Ophelia isn’t gone?”
“If you wantto, | said.
“Good,” he said with drowsy satisfaction. “I like having adventures with you.”
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| stood there for a long moment, watching his breathing slow and deepen as sleep claimed him. An hour later, |
was finally settled in my own apartment, checking messages and trying to process the strange sense of
accomplishment that cfrom successfully keeping a four-year-old alive and happy for an entire day. My phone
buzzed with a text from Sera. 3
*How did it go today? Ophelia textedabout her mom. Is Adrian okay ?*
| typed back quickly: *He was perfect. We had pancakes and went to the park. He's currently sleeping and
dreaming about dinosaurs,
probably.*
Her response cwithin seconds: *Thank you so much for stepping in.*
*It wasn’t a job.* | typed back.
*Are you safe?* | typed.
*Yes. Very safe. Just processing a lot of information.*
My phone buzzed again, this twith a message that made my pulse quicken immediately.
*| can’t stop thinking about you. About today, about Adrian, about coming hto both of you.*
The message was followed by another: *Is it wrong that I'm getting turned on just thinking about you taking care
of my son?*
Heat shot throughlike electricity, pooling low in my belly as | imagined her alone in sdistant hotel room,
thinking about me.
About us.
*Not wrong at all,* | typed back, my fingers slightly unsteady. *Tellwhat you're thinking.*
*About walking into our apartment and finding you on the couch with Adrian asleep in your arms. About how
domestic and perfect and
MINE you'd look.*
| groaned softly, my body responding instantly to the possessive heat in her words. Our apartment.
*And then what would happen?* | typed.
*After | put Adrian to bed? I'd cback to find you waiting for me. I'd crawl into your lap and show you exactly
how much | missed
you.*
My breath caught as more messages appeared in rapid succession.
*I'm thinking about your hands on me. About the way you growl my nwhen you're buried inside me. About
how desperate you make
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*1'm touching myself right now, thinking about you. Wishing it was your mouth oninstead of my fingers.*
The image of her alone in a hotel bed, her hand between her thighs while she thought about me, made my
arousal spike to almost painful intensity. | was already hard, my body responding to her words with embarrassing
enthusiasm.
*| want to taste you,* | typed back, abandoning any pretense of restraint. “Want to make you cwith my
tongue until you're shaking.*
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*God, yes. | need that. Need you.*
*Tellwhere you're touching yourself.*
*Everywhere. My breasts, between my legs. I'm so wet thinking about you, about coming hto you and
Adrian.*
| freed my hard cock from my pants with one hand while typing with the other, the image of her pleasuring
herself while thinking of our strange little family pushingtoward the edge faster than should have been
possible.
*| wish | was there. Wish | could taste you while you touched yourself.*
The conversation continued, each message more explicit than the last, until we were both lost in the fantasy of
being together despite the miles between us. When | finally came, her non my lips and her words burning
through my mind, it was with an intensity that leftbreathless and aching for her return.
*| love you,* appeared on my screen as | was still catching my breath. *Both of you.*
*Love you too,* | typed back immediately. *Chsoon. We need you here. *
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