Chapter 12

My hand has been twitchingall day, ever since Ben sent that suggestive text this morning. Then he must have really wanted to push his luck because he sent a sweaty selfie after his workout. He was naked in the picture, but the camera was angled so the photo cut off just above his package. He had his please-fuck-me face on, which had me popping an instant boner when I opened the attachment. Thank fuck I was between classes when I checked my phone. I learned quickly from his first text this morning that anything sent by that bratty boy is NSFW content.

I was itching for eight o'clock to roll around, but I was still able to give my students the attention they deserved. This is good because I couldn't continue a relationship with Ben if he became a distraction, even if he's the best kind.

When I sit at my kitchen table to grade my student's assignments, I'm surprised at how quickly I'm getting through them. Maybe it's the promise of having my boy over my knee when I'm finished.

The time goes by in a blur, and I'm almost caught off guard when the alarm I set for seven thirty goes off. Holy crap, I'm beyond shocked I finished reading my last student's assignment. A smile spreads across my face at my accomplishment. Maybe having Ben in my life will turn out to be better than I originally planned. I've never graded assignments this quickly in my life, but I knew I wouldn't be able to give Ben my entire focus if the idea of waiting assignments was looming over my head. So when I sat down, I gave them my entire focus.

I'm pretty proud of myself. Now it's time to clean up and get ready for Ben to arrive.

The knock on my door comes at exactly eight o'clock, causing a grin to spread across my face. I take my time walking toward it, not needing Ben to think I'm too eager.

"Hmm, you're on time. So, you can listen to directions," I state when I open the door.

"I'm good at listening, Daddy," he replies, walking past me once I step aside to let him in.

I huff out a breath. "I'm not sold on that being the truth. If it were, you wouldn't have sent that tease of a picture."

"Did you not like it?" he whispers, biting his lip. His shoulders are slumped a little, and his spine isn't straight like it usually is when I've caught sight of him in the halls at school with his friends. It's like he's making himself smaller, taking on a more submissive stance, but his eyes are filled with a mischievous glint, showing that even though he enjoys letting me have the dominance when we're together, there is still a fierceness to him that I love. Like I told him before, I don't want him compliant. I want to have to work for his total submission.

"I loved it," I correct him. "But good boys don't send pictures like that while Daddy is working. They especially don't send dirty texts that make Daddy hard as a fucking rock. Not unless they want a sore ass, of course…" I pause, taking his chin in my hand. "Were you wanting Daddy to spank you?"

Ben nods his head. "Yes, Daddy."

I take a deep inhale, needing to center myself quickly. Hearing that Ben wants me to spank him turns me on more than I ever thought possible. Ever since he told me he wanted to experience a more intense spanking scene, I've been thinking about it a lot. I'd love to make him fly.

I exhale slowly, raising a brow at him. "Maybe I shouldn't spank you if you want it so bad. That sounds more like a reward than a punishment."

Ben pouts, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling at his cuteness. You wouldn't think someone tall and broad like Ben could pull off being adorable, but he does it. He's the perfect fucking boy.

"Please, Daddy," he begs.

I tilt my head from side to side as if I'm thinking about my answer. I'm definitely going to spank Ben tonight, but I have to teach him a lesson first.

"Take off all your clothes and kneel by the kitchen table," I instruct.

Ben holds eye contact with me for a beat longer than I expected. Is he going to say no? I told him he could if things were too much for him.

"You can say no," I remind him. "But I really think you'll love what I have in mind if you give it a try. You can always change your mind if you find it's not for you.

Ben stays frozen for another couple of seconds, then he purses his lips and heads to the kitchen, following my orders like the good boy he is.

A giant smile breaks across my face once his back is toward me. I know this is all new to him, but I'm beyond proud that he's open to trying. Teasing him while I eat my dinner is going to be so much fun.

I give Ben a few minutes alone before following him into the kitchen. My cock twitches when I find him exactly where I told him to be. His thick and hard shaft points proudly up. I lick my lips, turning away from him and toward my refrigerator.

"I didn't have time to eat before you came over," I explain, opening the door to retrieve a container of leftovers. I place it in the microwave and then return my attention to Ben. "Your punishment will be having to wait until I finish my dinner. You are not allowed to touch me or yourself, but I can touch you. If you're a good boy, I'll bend you over my lap and spank you like you desperately want me to. Remember, you are not allowed to come until I tell you. If you do, I won't spank you. If it becomes too much, tell me, and we'll stop. I won't be mad, I promise. I always want you to be comfortable with whatever we do. Even if you call things off, we can still have sex if that's what you want, but the spanking will have to wait for another day. Do you understand?"

Ben is panting a little, and his cock is already leaking from my words. "Yes, Daddy," he responds, licking his lips.

I adjust myself in my pants and nod, turning my back to him again and focusing on the microwave for a few seconds. While the food is warming, I grab two kitchen towels, fold them a little smaller, and then bring them over to where Ben is patiently waiting for me.

The hardwood of my kitchen flooring will be killer on his knees if I take too long. This isn't a true punishment, so I want him to be more comfortable. He whispers a thank you when I place the towels under his knees and kiss his forehead before returning to the microwave.

Once my dinner is ready, I take it to the table, sitting as close to Ben as possible. I run my fingers over his pec and smirk at the way he shivers. "Such a good boy," I whisper.

I eat, keeping my focus on teasing the sweet, needy boy kneeling at my feet. I start with caresses of his upper body, trailing my fingers over his sensitive nipples, chest, and shoulders. His body shivers with desire at every touch, causing my cock to strain against the restraints of my clothing. When I'm about halfway through my meal, I decide to take things to another level by taking my socks off and running my foot up his thigh. Then, with the slightest amount of pressure, barely a caress, I graze it over his cock, making him whimper. The sound shoots directly to my dick, and I have to adjust myself again. When I pull my foot away, Ben thrusts his hips forward, chasing my touch.

I raise a brow and click my tongue at him. "Stay still, sweet boy, or you won't receive what you desperately desire," I remind him.

He pouts but whispers, "Sorry, Daddy."

"That's okay," I assure him. "It's hard to stay still sometimes, but I'm positive you can be a good boy."

His smile at my words of praise lets me know he's enjoying this moment, even if it is torturous at times.

Ben's needy moans increase as I caress his shaft again, this time applying more pressure. His breathing is rapid, making it hard to focus on eating.

"You're such a needy boy, aren't you?" I question, without removing my foot from his cock. With decent pressure, I slide my foot up and down his length, paying close attention to the way his body shakes with desire.

Ben doesn't respond to my question—not that I need a verbal answer to know the truth, although he still should answer every question I ask, but I'll let it go this time —he's too lost in the sensation he's experiencing to form words.

While I eat my dinner, I pay close attention to Ben, and every time he's about to lose control, I pull my foot back, edging my sweet boy until he's a whimpering mess and crying out with his objection every time I stop touching him.

"I could continue edging you, or I could spank your ass then fuck you so hard you forget your name," I supply.

His lips part with a pant. "The second one, please, Daddy."

I chuckle. "That's what I thought." I push my chair back and pat my lap. "Lay across my knees, put your hands on the floor, and stay still," I instruct.

It's comical how quickly he obeys, almost throwing himself over my lap. With a gentle hand, I rub his bubble butt, and it's evident how much he desires and needs someone to take control, grab the reins, and give him time to shut off his brain so he only has to worry about obeying his Daddy. I'm the luckiest man alive to be able to be that for him, even if it's only a few shared experiences here and there.

"How many spankings do you think you deserve tonight?" I question, continuing to massage the strong muscles of his ass.

"However many you think I need," he responds, his voice already laced in a dreamy tone.

"We'll go until your ass is a nice bright shade of red," I tell him.

When I bring my hand down firmly on his left cheek, he lets out a breathy moan, causing the corners of my lips to curl upward as I rub the sting away. If just one smack has him moaning, what is he going to be like after I've teased and spanked him until his ass is warm to the touch?

I land another smack on his other cheek, keeping my hand on his skin to let the full impact of the strike sink into his tissue. Much like a golf swing needs the follow-through, a good spank needs that too. I start off firm but not overly hard. I want to warm him up before building the intensity. My favorite part of impact play, especially for pleasure, is the gradual buildup. By the time I'm done with his spanking, I hope he'll have let himself go and gotten the stress relief he needs. I want him to beg for more and a release at the same time. My cock hardens from the thought of how desperate he'll be. His sexy moans and mewls as I spank him have it raging uncomfortably against the confines of my pants.

I land a few more light blows, then trail my finger between his ass cheeks, circling my finger over his pucker. A chuckle escapes past my lips when he wiggles, clearly wanting more than the light pressure I'm applying. "Are you supposed to be moving right now?" I check with a smirk, even though my boy can't see it.

"I'm sorry… it just feels so good," he whines.

"I know it does, and it's going to feel even better, but only if you listen."

Ben audibly huffs out a breath through his nose but stops wiggling like the good boy he is.

"Do you need to stop?" I check, making sure I'm not pushing him too far past his comfort zone.

"No, Daddy, please don't stop," he begs, easing the worry forming in my chest. Ben is still a newbie, and it's my job to protect him. I would hate myself if I pushed him too far because I was wrapped up in my own desire.

I give his ass a couple of quick and slightly harder smacks once he's stilled, then reach between his legs to play with his balls. The needy mewl that leaves his lips causes my cock to throb.

Ben's body presses down on my aching cock, keeping it trapped against the fabric of my underwear. I hate that I can't feel more of Ben's skin against it. As much as I'm desperate to rid myself of these stupid clothes, I refuse to focus on my own needs. I'm not a selfish Dom, and only when Ben's ass is the perfect shade of red will I allow myself to focus on my desires. This moment is about my boy, not me.

With a firm hand, I continue to spank Ben over and over again, keeping a close eye on the boy across my lap, being as attentive as possible.

Time blurs as my palm lands on his ass repeatedly. Eventually, his ass is nice and red, and I decide it's time to change locations.

"Go to my room and lay down on my bed," I command, helping Ben to stand.

He quickly obeys, and I follow at a much slower pace.

When I enter my room, Ben is exactly where I told him to be, and I smile, beginning to undress. While I strip out of my clothes, I contemplate spanking Ben more or just fucking him.

I love turning his ass the brightest shade of red, and I'm aware he needs more than what I've already given him. Not to mention, my cock is desperate for some attention. I decide to give us both what we need and climb onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, my cock hard and standing straight up.

"Come over here," I say with a tilt of my head. "Lay face down with your head and shoulders resting on my lap. I'm going to continue to spank your ass, but you're going to bury my cock in your pretty little throat at the same time…" I pause and pay close attention to Ben's reaction, making sure I don't see any hint of hesitation.

He lets out a noise that is somewhere between a moan and a whimper, quickly scrambling into position, clearly not opposed to my command at all. He's about to take me into his mouth, but before he does, I stop him by putting my finger under his chin and raising his face, silently urging him to look into my eyes.

"I'm going to tell you exactly what I want and don't want. What I don't want is for you to bob up and down or suck on it. I'm not looking to come in your mouth tonight. What I want is for your mouth and throat to be all warm and wet around my entire shaft. I want the head of my cock buried so deep that each time I spank your ass, your throat reflexively tightens around it."

Ben's eyes sparkle with the fire of his desire. He licks his lips and squirms, rubbing his cock against the bed. Good, my pretty boy is just as excited by this as I am.

"I want the only squeezing to come from your body's reaction to my hand connecting with your ass. Come up for air between strikes whenever you need to breathe, but at no time is my cock to leave your mouth unless it becomes too much. If that happens, I want you to release me and tell me what you're feeling. Do you understand?" I don't want to pull him from the headspace he's currently in, but I also need him to know that he can stop if he needs to.

Ben clears his throat, answering, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good boy," I praise him then dip my chin, silently signaling him to do as he was told. His head immediately positions directly above my hard length, then he opens wide and lowers himself down. At first, it's only the heat of his breath ghosting over my cock. Then my tip hits the back of his throat, where it's warm and slick. I desperately want to thrust up and lodge my cock where I want it, but instead, I refrain, reaching to caress my hand over his firm ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

Ben's lips and mouth lightly surround my length, enveloping most of my shaft in damp warmth. It's good, but still not enough. My boy can do better. I raise my hand and quickly rain down two smacks, one to each cheek. The surprise makes his body jump forward a bit, pushing his mouth down a few more centimeters.

"Come on now, I know you can do better. Take more. Take more of me and get your Daddy's cock down your throat."

With my encouragement, he does exactly that. My cock head slides and wedges farther in as his lips surround my base, pressing against my pelvis. It's fucking exquisite.

"Mmm… fuck… yesss," I let out with a sigh. "You are such a good boy! You're taking your Daddy's dick in your mouth just right," I praise him for doing exactly what I wanted.

"Now to give us both what we want."

I raise my hand and begin laying down smack after smack, spanking in a rhythmic pattern. Ben quickly grasps the sequence, timing his breaths to land in between as needed. My strikes move between sides, landing spread out to cover the entirety of each cheek.

Time loses meaning as we get lost in our feelings and how in sync and connected we are in this moment. It's surreal—better than anything I have ever experienced or imagined.

His tight throat massages and squeezes my cock each time my hand lands on him. A layer of his spit coats my shaft and continues to run down, spreading over my pelvis. Gathering that slickness from my body and what's still on his lips, I coat two of my fingers. Then I reach between his ass cheeks, circling them around his treasure.

Not wasting any time, I push against his opening, humming in appreciation when both of my fingers slide in easily. "Damn, baby, your hole is begging to be filled."

Ben squirms and wiggles his ass in eagerness, trying to take in more.

"Oh, it's like that, is it? You want my thick cock to stretch your hole the rest of the way rather than my fingers, don't you?" Ben's ass pushes back harder in answer.

"Do you want that, baby? Do you want Daddy to make your ass burn when he takes you hard, uses your little hole, and claims it for his own? But make no mistake, it will be hard and rough. I have been in your mouth far too long to go slow and gentle now. If you need to be stretched more first, I will, but once your mouth is off my dick, it's very quickly going to be pounding your ass. If you need me to stretch you out by hand first, say ‘more.' If you want my cock to do it, say ‘now.' "

Raising his head just enough to breathe and reply, he gives the answer I suspected he'd choose.

"Now, Daddy."

"Excellent choice," I reply with a wink. "Lay down in the center of the bed on your stomach," I direct, standing once his face is out of my lap.

I gather the supplies and climb over him on the bed until I've straddled his thighs, staring at his perfect red ass displayed for my taking. Ben's body is practically vibrating when I lay my spit-soaked cock between his cheeks, squeezing them tight around my hardness. I thrust a few times, sliding over his pucker and relishing the breathtaking sensation.

We both let out a loud moan at the feeling, but it's not nearly enough. Leaning back, I grab my length and sheath it, unable to wait any longer. "Spread your cheeks for Daddy," I command, and he immediately obeys.

I pour a thick stream of lubricant that lands on his pucker, trailing down his taint. Collecting it with my fingers, I move back up to circle and swirl around his waiting hole. Drizzling even more on my cock, I stroke it to ensure it's completely coated.

He wiggles underneath me, still holding his cheeks wide. "Pleeeaase, Daddy," he practically whines.

"Such a needy boy," I point out. "How badly do you want Daddy's cock?"

"So bad," he whimpers. "I neeed you inside me."

I groan. "I'm just as desperate for you as you are for me, baby boy."

After my warning about taking him hard, I'm almost frantic to be inside him. If Ben's soft mewlings of desire and how he is trying to grind his cock into the bed is anything to go by, he obviously feels the same way. There is a strong possibility he's going to come the second I give him the signal that he's allowed to since he's on the ledge and ready to jump.

Notching the head of my cock at his entrance, I'm barely able to hold myself back from slamming into him as I stretch my body over his, bringing our heads together.

"Ready?" I check, swiveling my hips slightly, my crown teasing his pucker.

"Yes… yes… please, Daddy, hurry!" he begs. "I need you inside me. I need you to make me feel full."

A deep growl bubbles up my chest from his words, and I snap my hips forward, driving into him in one deep thrust. "Fuck," I grunt out at the same time he keens out a wail of both pleasure and the burn of stretching him. Not to mention the rub and pressure of my body against the hot, tender skin of his freshly reddened ass.

"You're so fucking tight when I take you like this, baby," I growl out.

"Ooohh… shiiit! I'm so full. I love how your cock stretches me. It feels sooo good," he responds breathily.

I claim his mouth with mine, then pull back so I can fuck him exactly like I promised. I slam myself in with a hard, grueling thrust, grinding down before pulling back to do it again. Before long, I'm driving in and out of my boy, making him cry out in pleasure.

I love the sensation of his tight ring sliding up and down my shaft. Like it's trying its hardest to milk the cum out of me. But I'm not ready to let that happen so soon.

Not yet.

"Shit, you have the best little hole, the firmest ass, and the way your channel squeezes my cock so tight when you come makes me see stars. I want to fuck you and use you nonstop. It feels too good to ever stop."

"Yes, Daddy… use me… use your boy!" Ben pants, mewling out between my deep, punishing thrusts.

He's utterly and completely perfect. His desires echoing mine have pushed me right to the edge of my control. Quickly sitting up, I pull his hips with me, wanting to keep us joined. Ben slides back, rising to his knees, while I continue to pound into him. He starts to shift onto all fours, but that's not what I want. Grabbing his hip with one hand, I use the other to push down on his back, wanting a better angle. Understanding what I want, Ben drops his torso to the bed, freeing up my hands to grip harder on each of his hips. Desperation hounds me, and I can't help yanking his ass into me each time I thrust forward.

"Oh fuck, you feel unbelievable, baby boy. Grab your cock and stroke it while I drill into you. Come for me. Squeeze my cock with your channel. Make me blow my load in your tight ass," I demand through gritted teeth.

With a loud keening moan, he works his cock, coming so hard his entire body shakes. His channel clamps down around me. The stranglehold his body has on my dick draws a curse from my lips as it pulls me in even deeper. It's like the air has been stolen right out of my lungs, and my eyes roll into the back of my head from the pleasure.

I growl and curse loudly when an intense vibration of desire shoots up my spine. My legs tense, causing them to tremble from the force of my orgasm, rendering me useless. When the aftershocks set in, I buck my hips against him, and somehow, I'm still spilling into the condom. By the time I'm done, my breathing is so fucking labored that I'm a little lightheaded.

My body is spent, and I'd love to collapse right now, but I need to take care of my boy first. Slowly, I slide my cock out of him, causing Ben to give out a tiny whimper from the loss and the oversensitivity of his tender flesh.

"Would you like a bath?" I ask, helping him to his feet.

"That sounds amazing," he murmurs. "But could you join me? I'm afraid I'll fall asleep without you by my side."

I snicker, not bothering to mention there's a strong possibility he'll fall asleep anyway, but I like giving him the aftercare he needs. Honestly, I need it too. And if need be, I'm positive I'd be able to carry him, even if he isn't a featherlight little twink.

Grabbing Ben's hand, I guide him into the bathroom and fill the tub. Once a small layer of warm water is in the bottom, I help him inside, cherishing the drunk-like grin he flashes my way.

"I'll be right back," I promise. "Try not to fall asleep."

He chuckles lightly and lifts a shoulder. "I'll see what I can do."

I shake my head, walking back into my room to strip the soiled blanket off the bed, discarding it in a corner. I'll wash it tomorrow, but I want the bed ready for us when we're done with our bath. Grabbing another blanket from the closet, I drape it over the bed before hurrying back to my boy, who appears to be seconds away from falling asleep.

His eyelids are barely open, but his eyes light up when I come into view. "You came back," he murmurs.

"Did you think I wouldn't?" I inquire.

He shrugs but doesn't offer up anything more.

I'm confused by Ben's shock that I came back like I promised. Has someone let him down and caused him not to trust? He just turned twenty-one, but maybe he's had some shitty exes in the past or something. That might be why he became a playboy and suggested we only be fuck buddies. His studies and hockey have a lot to do with things, but I'm curious if there's some deeper reason he isn't ready to share yet.

Since I'm not going to pressure Ben to open up about anything he isn't ready for, I push away the thoughts and grab a container of lavender oil to pour into the tub, then climb in to join my sexy boy, wrapping my arms around his perfect body.

"I wish my apartment had a tub like this," Ben mumbles, relaxing into my embrace, his head resting on my chest. "How do you afford a house like this? Do professors really make that much money?"

"They can when they've been at it for some time," I supply. "On my current salary, I wouldn't normally be able to afford a place like this, but my grandfather left it to me when he passed last year. I was considering selling it since, up until August, I lived in Detroit, but then I received the job offer and was glad I didn't go through with the sale.

"Are you from Michigan?" I question, and he shakes his head.

"Los Angeles."

"Ahh, you must miss the warm weather come wintertime," I guess.

He chuckles. "You have no idea, but being a hockey kid, I've grown accustomed to the cold."

"I can't imagine the hockey scene is large in California."

"It isn't," he replies. "Thankfully, there was a junior team where I lived that had the best coaching staff and didn't care that I was a poor foster kid. But I knew if I wanted to go to a top college and play hockey with the best, I'd have to move. Choosing GSU was easy. Not only is their team ranked highly, but the college is like no other. I wasn't openly bisexual before I moved here, but the environment here helped me feel comfortable being myself."

"How did your parents take you coming out?" I ask.

"I grew up in the foster care system, so I didn't have anyone I had to come out to."

Hmm, that might explain some of the underlying emotions I was picking up on earlier.

"How did you manage to get into hockey?" I inquire.

"When I was eight, one of the families I was placed with liked to offload their kids into whatever free extracurricular activities they could. At the time, a hockey camp offered free spots to underprivileged children. My foster parents quickly signed me and a few of the other kids up. The coach noticed my raw talent immediately and wanted me to succeed. After that, he continued to find the funding so I could play. Even though he wasn't able to foster me, he was honestly the closest thing I ever had to a father.

"Thankfully, when I told him I was bi, he just laughed and said it made perfect sense. Apparently, he saw the crushes I had on boys and girls over the years, but it didn't bother him. He also understood why I waited so long to come out. Sports haven't always been the most welcoming to the queer community. There's still a long way to go in that regard, but GSU has stepped up to the plate and continues to show that it's easy to be welcoming. The people who need to be shunned are the bigoted assholes, not queer folks."

I smile and kiss his shoulder. "I'm glad you had one person in your corner growing up. I can't imagine being in the foster system was easy."

Ben sighs. "I had it better than most, but you learn to be guarded. It's hard to trust people and let them in when there's a strong possibility they won't be in your life for long. Coach Appleton was the only constant in my life, but even him, I kept at arm's length for the longest time. I was afraid if I let him in, he'd leave just like everyone else did."

"Is Coach Appleton still in your life?" I ask, praying he didn't eventually abandon Ben like the others did.

"He is. We talk at least once a month, but we both have busy lives, so it's hit or miss. Since he's still in California, we don't see each other often, but he's flown out to watch me in the championship finals each year," he shares, easing the worry I was harboring.

Thank God Ben didn't have to experience yet another person leaving him. There isn't anything more to say at this moment, so I just hold him. The pieces are starting to come together, and I'm beginning to understand this boy a little bit more now.

Of course, there are still things I don't know, but I make a silent vow to myself to try and be whatever he needs me to be. I won't be the one who walks away from him.

"What about you? Where are you from? How did you grow up?" Ben asks after a brief pause in the conversation.

"I'm from Detroit. I grew up with an annoying younger sister and some pretty fantastic parents. I have two dads and two moms," I inform him, and he turns to glance at me over his shoulder.

"Like stepparents?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"I have two sets of gay parents. Hank, my dad, and Charly, my pops, are married, and their best friends are a married lesbian couple. Trinity, who my sister, Katy, and I call MoMo, and Abigale, who we call Mom. When Dad and Pops decided they wanted to have kids, they chose to go the surrogate route but struggled to find the right candidate. Mom and MoMo, being the best friends they are, offered to help. Since Mom is self-employed, she offered to be the surrogate. MoMo, of course, fully supported her. My dads were over the moon at the suggestion. My moms stayed very much involved in my life even though we technically lived with our dads. I guess I started calling Abigale, Mom, and no one had a problem with it, so it just stuck. It never confused Katy and me that we had two dads and two moms. It was just how it was. I just figured I was extra lucky to have that much love."

"You are lucky," Ben whispers, and my heart immediately hurts for him. I guess he senses it because he shakes his head. "Don't feel sorry for me. I'm glad you grew up having that many people to love you. They sound like pretty awesome people."

"They're the best."

We stay in the tub until the water turns cold, and even then, Ben complains about getting out. His pout is adorable, and I have to fight back a chuckle at his cuteness. Once we're out, I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my fluffiest one for Ben, draping it over his shoulders and gently rubbing him, drying his body off the best I can.

"Come on, sweet boy. Let's sleep," I say, pulling him into my room.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes," he grumbles but doesn't fight me.

"I'll set an early alarm so you have plenty of time to go home and change in the morning," I assure him.

That appears to be all the encouragement he needs, climbing into my bed and holding the blankets open so I can join him. My heart beats a little faster at the way he's smiling softly.

It's becoming blatantly obvious that I'm going to fall hard and fast for this boy. I'm just not sure if there is anything I can or even want to do about it.