Chapter 5

Marco's pov (the next morning)

I woke up hugging a large warm pillow. It smelled nice too. I cuddled closer to it and opened my eyes slowly with a yawn. I jumped back falling of the bed when I saw I had been cuddling Kyle. My cheeks burned, before I heard Kyle groaning in discomfort. "Crap!" I whispered to myself rushing back over to the bed and placing my hand on his restless shoulder. He relaxed immediately and clung to my hand for dear life. I felt horrible for him. I'd never seen him like this before, he always seemed to have his life in control and now it was the exact opposite. The desperate way he clung to my hand was adorable, but just reminded me of his pain. He began to stir again and opened his eyes. Shocked the same way I was when waking up he pulled away instantly. "No!" But it was too late. He winced and cringed in pain. I quickly reached forward and poked his forehead leaving my finger there. He relaxed instantly. "Sorry if I woke you. I was startled so I fell of the bed." I apologize. He looked like he was about to criticize me but thought better of it and waved his hand dismissing the topic. "I'm fine." He grabbed my hand softy.

We spent a couple minutes in silence before, he looked up at me squeezing my hand again for comfort, and I squeezed back. "I'm ready" he said softly. I didn't even respond before leaning in. The pull was incredibly strong at this point, and his lips looked so delectable. When my lips met his, a shock flew through us both. I was about to pull away the pull dissipating quickly, but he stopped me. His lips moved carefully and softly in a way clearly meant to please me, as he desperately clung to my hand still. Finally I was able to pull away and look at him. The sight shocked me. Kyle Tenor was staring at me, eyes foggy with love and lust, and cheeks pinker than rose petals.

He finally snapped out of it and his eyes cleared, but his cheeks were still bright pink. "S-Sorry..." Did Kyle Tenor just stutter!? I shook away the shock and smiled at him. "It's okay, you didn't mean too." I praised. He smiled at this. I looked at his neck and pitty shot through me yet again. He was going to be humiliated! A silver dog collar sat promptly around his neck. You could see the bold words from miles away. 'Property of Marco J. Lester.' "Is it uncomfortable?" I asked him pointing to the collar. He looked down and did a double take almost falling backwards off the bed but I caught him. "N-no I didn't even notice." He said quietly. I smiled gently at him. "I think you should head home. Your parents are probably worried sick." He looked at me seriously for a second before lunging at me. "But, I don't wanna!" He whined like a dog. I was about to push him off when I saw his adorable expression. I couldn't help but chuckle. "You have too!" He sighed sadly, before pulling himself off of me. "What do I do about this?" He asked pointing to the collar. "Wear a... scarf?" He laughed a little. "Okay, I'll wear a scarf."