My eyes went wide, and I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. His hold on me was tight.
The arm holding on to me didn't budge, and I was in a position where I can't push him off.
Sly was clinging on to me as if he were afraid of letting go.
I forced removed my mouth from his and turned my face to the side.
"Please don't do this to me, baby boy. I know I hurt the real Lee, but you don't have to be cruel to me.
Please," he begged as he turned my face towards him.
He was gentle. His kisses were slow and methodical.
"Please don't be sharp on me." He kissed me.
And despite my mental protestations, and the thoughts that seemed to take root in my mind, I couldn't find it in me to deny him of this.
The broken way he spoke those words touched my heartstrings.
"I love you, baby boy. And have always done. Even if you are a product of my imagination, I want you to know I cherish you."
