Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

Call Girl.

"Kylie you can't-"

"Dog or no deal."

"Fine. Dog. But if we get a dog we're getting a cat."

"No problem, kid. The more the merrier." I rested my chin on Kylie's head as we lied on the couch with a movie on. She said yes. She's staying with me. I was more than excited, but cripplingly nervous. What if I tell her and she doesn't like it. What if she hates me and leaves? What if she becomes afraid of me? I have hard enough time staying in her good books now - letting me be this close to her - but what if she is genuinely afraid of me? She would never come near me again. I still hadn't told a soul about her agreeing, never mind me asking in the first place. Jordan would be mad, all of them would be. Another girl. And I said I wouldn't touch any of them. Well, I hadn't. Other than Kylie, I guess, and I had hardly touched her. I'd been a respectable man. Even when I kissed her in the bathroom, she still kissed me back. I could have done whatever I wanted to her, whenever I wanted, and been a horrible pervert all month. So deep in the forest no one would have even known a thing. I knew I just wanted to be with Kylie. So I just smiled, and let them giggle at my accent, and gave them all exactly what they were promised. It was quite fun, even. But all the open windows and natural light needed to stop. And all this food.

"And what will you name your new puppy?" She stared back at the movie in thought. Waiting was horrible when I knew in seconds I could have peaked into her brain and got it out sooner.

"Wh- Okay I got it. Brusnop and Poprocks."

"I don't even have a response to that."

"The two things I love most." She sighed happily.

"What part of any of those things make them suitable names for cats?"

"And a dog. Brusnop is the dog because let's be honestly, Danny's lookin a little rough, like terrier or something. And Poprocks is an adorable name for a cat. They can be a spunky little duo. We can get them matching collars. It'll be great."

"Why do you want to name animals the weirdest shit?"

"Because if I see another dog named spot I'm gonna pull my hair out." I pulled one of her hairs off my chest and held it in front of her.

"I don't think you need to pull it out. They fall themselves."

"Because of stress. You stress me out. You're making my hair fall out." She rolled over so rather than spooning she was laying on her back in front of me. She looked me directly in the eyes. "When are you going to tell me?" I sighed.

"Can't we just watch-"

"Oliver you said you would tell me. You promised." I sighed again as I sat up. "No don't be like-"

"Kylie, I said I would tell you, so let me tell you. I can't just tell you. I have to show you. It's a lot to handle. A lot to take in-"

"So you're saying I can't handle it?" I rolled my eyes as I climbed around her and stood up.

"No, I'm just saying, it's not a casual thing."

"Then don't tell me causally. I need-"

"Come on, look. I don't wanna fight-" Kylie got up and started walking away. "Kylie- Ky come here." I grabbed her arm and pulled her back gently. "I don't wanna fight. I swear on my life. I will tell you. I promise. But you have to understand this is hard for me too. I know you want answers, baby, I know. But you have to trust me. I will tell you everything. Just give me some time." She looked up at me. Trust. Trust trust trust. How can I trust a man with a dead body in his room. How can I trust him when he as never told me the truth? How can I give him time when it's already been so long? Reading her thoughts only made me feel worse.