My face pressed into his chest taking in the scent of chlorine and I just felt happy, happy for some reason; I guess because I just had someone to hug... someone who hugged back, someone who didn’t care why I needed a hug and was always there when I wanted one.I drug my eyes across his shirt to wipe away the wetness and pulled back. Ean let go his grip and stood still silently waiting on me. I wanted to take his hand and walk with him down the hallway to the living room but I didn’t want Montana. Er sagte, ich sei ein „natural bottom“, also der perfekte passive Part. Ich ließ das Studium immer mehr schleifen, da ich von ihm Aufmerksamkeit und Anerkennung bekam. Er brachte mir abends ab und zu Geschenke mit, z.B. Kleidung, oder lud mich zum Essen ein. Er verstand es, mich zu umgarnen und mein Verhalten zu beeinflussen. Die Kleidung, die er mir mitbrachte, war meist ein wenig eng, so dass er nur zu erwähnen brauchte, ich wäre etwas „zum greifen“, was durch die Blume so viel hieß wie: Nimm. How have you been?”“I’ve been good, sir. My first semester was okay.”“Just okay?”“Yep.” Alex looked away. I could tell there was more to the story, but I didn’t press it.“Well, it’s nice to see you again. How is it seeing Claire after all this time?”“She hasn’t changed a bit.”“Not sure if that’s good or bad.”The two of us shared a laugh. Even her laugh was adorable. What is up with me? I don’t like young girls usually. I prefer women who are already well established in life, not college-aged. Jake sighed inwardly. Oh, well. It would have been fun for him, but if she saw her service to him to be nothing more than an ongoing punishment, it would cease to be fun for him very quickly. "You can change people." She said, looking hard at him. Jake frowned. Back to that? "You can make me love you. Why would you release me from my oath instead of just making me want to serve?" Apparently you didn't understand me, Talamia. I said power implies responsibility. It isn't very responsible to go.