Page 31 of See You Sometime

She’d already trusted him not to reject her when she revealed that part of herself.

That was huge.

He wouldn’t throw his hands in the air and give up before something got started between them over a subject he didn’t even know much about.

When he drove her home, he felt good about his decision to take things slow and not arbitrarily slam rules onto the table.

Walking her to her door, he was reluctant to let her go. As they’d found a comfortable rhythm, the conversation had easily flowed between them. For the first time in years, he had felt…light.

It reminded him of years ago.

Another reason he was willing to take this slow. He didn’t want to rush into something simply because of a teenager’s feelings still residing in a man’s body.

Whatever happened between them had to be built on who they werenow.

Maybe it was time he shook his life up a little. He knew there was a chance he might like it.

All he could do was try.

When he gave her a long, strong hug at the front door, he didn’t want to let go. She felt right in his arms. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Hey, thank you. This was great, I had a wonderful time. And thank you for dinner.” She stared up into his eyes. “So what’s our next step?”

“Feel like going out to dinner on Sunday? My treat.”

Her smile lit the darkest bowels of his dormant heart. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

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Thursday night’s date had gone better than Skye thought it might. She wondered if Axel was now doing lots of research on BDSM. She’d volunteered her FetLife name to him if he wanted to join the site, but she’d also warned him that a lot of what he’d see on the site was more porn than reality.

They’d texted off and on all day Friday, and before she left the house to head to the club, she texted him she was going. He responded a moment later.

Would you mind texting me when you get home tonight?

She pondered his text for a moment before replying.

I don’t mind, but why, out of curiosity?

Because I’ll probably be up, and I won’t worry you had car trouble or something that late at night.

Nothing he’d done so far felt controlling, and he hadn’t freaked out about her playing with someone at Cali’s party.I want a Dom. Maybe hecanbe that.

She replied.

Sure, I’ll text you. And after I get home Saturday. But it’ll probably be 3-ish or so.

He replied with a smiley face. Another text quickly followed.

I’m not trying to be controlling. I don’t expect you to always text me where you are. But that’s the middle of the night. Sorry. Does this even make sense or do you hate me now?

She’d nearly started crying. Dammit, his soul had been as badly scorched as hers had been.

Her fingers trembled as she responded, knowing maybe this was the wrong thing to say, but wanting it out there now.

I don’t mind. I like little rituals, Sir.

She waited, hoping he grokked how big that was for her.