Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Yep, it’s not our business.” Addison said the right words but he didn’t seem to believe what he was saying. “Not our business.”
Yes, and if we said it enough times, we’d remember that.
“What is our business is looking at clubs and then figuring out lunch.” Technically Addison could eat on campus, but I wasn’t sure what he’d be feeling after so much potential peopling. “But we can be flexible there.”
Addison rolled his eyes and then bumped his arm into mine. “You’re not overstepping your bounds or making things weird or even being too Daddyish. I know this isn’t how most people would do their first days back at college but we do what makes us happy.”
And there was my confident cutie.
“You sure? I’m not sure you’ve been focused on being happy.” My response had him rolling his eyes again. “And is that the face you really want to keep making at me?”
Giggling, Addison nodded and dropped his voice lower. “Yes, because it might make you drag me home so you can spank me.”
Cheeky nut.
“How about I promise a nice spanking and then bunny time when you come home next?” He was doing better than I’d worried he might be, but I was still prepared for him to rush home for the weekend.
“Yes.” Bouncing excitedly, there was a pep in his step as he started moving faster. “And then we can do something grown-up.”
“But even if we don’t?” My skeptical look got another giggle out of him.
“Even if we don’t do grown-up things, we’ll have a wonderful weekend together.” Repeating back what we’d already discussed several times, he was trying to sound like a good grown-up but he kept snickering. “You like taking care of me.”
“That’s right.” I squeezed his hand and tried to give him the feel of a hug. “And you can’t make me stop. It’s what makes me happy.”
Back to wearing an ear-to-ear grin, he nodded. “And food makes me happy. Can we have pizza this weekend?”
It was my turn to laugh. “I think you’re already starving.”
“I’m always starving.” As we got to the edge of the club fair, Addison paused and rocked back and forth, studying the area. The worry he’d been wearing earlier seemed to have faded but he kept a tight grip on my hand. “That reminds me. There was a club about macaroni and cheese on the list. Do you think they have a nuggets club or a dipping one?”
Before I could decide if it was a little Addison question or a college student question someone else answered it for me.
“No, but that’s a good idea.” The voice coming from beside us had Addison freezing before he gave his best work smile and turned toward the voice. “There are a lot of dipping people in the mac-n-cheese club because the professor is a little but he doesn’t talk about it.”
The chatty guy rolled his eyes. “Like he thinks he looks boring. But that’s fine. I’d go too but I just don’t have time.”
Addison was just blinking, so I nodded which was all the guy needed to keep going. “If you decide to do some kind of nugget club or just littles playing with food thing, post it online. There are a few groups around town that aren’t officially associated with the college but they’re just full of students.”
He paused, thinking about something before calling out to another guy. “Hey. Do you think regular subs would like a club based on sauces, for dipping things, kind of like that mac-n-cheese club? Would that just be a little thing?”
The other guy’s eyes went wide before his expression turned into a glare. “Stop that. Don’t make people nuts.”
I liked him.
Even Addison smiled and I could see his stress level going down to a more manageable level.
“I’m not.” The strange guy was the one glaring that time and he threw his hands up. “He’s here with his Daddy. He was talking about nuggets and sauce. It’s reasonable.”
Did he have a point?
Addison’s head cocked and he was blinking again, but there wasn’t the same startled rabbit expression that he’d gotten before.
“Unless he said it’s okay to talk about him being little, you’re supposed to ignore it.” The glaring guy frowned even stronger. “Daddy Jeremy said so.”
Huh?
Addison’s gaze was darting back and forth like we were watching a debate but he kept his thoughts to himself. Probably because he was afraid they’d ask him a question…like if he was actually a little.
I didn’t blame him.
“He’s got to be in the group. That means it doesn’t count.” Helpful but now offended guy turned to Addison. “Are…wait, never mind.”
Oh.
He turned to me.
“Is he in the online group that most of the college littles are in? I know a few guys who are into dipping things. Is he sparkly guy? The pup? He’s not the angry one. But does he cry a lot?”