April 12th, xxxy
PRECIOUS SHOULDN'T BE THIS nervous. His palms shouldn't sweat and his heart shouldn't be beating this fast as if he is a stage fright schoolboy prodded to go on stage.
This is normal. He tries to convince himself but that can't be.This isn't normal. He is about to meet the people who trained Kamil under their belt—one under more than the other—into the Dom he is today.
He is about to meet Kamil's people. Fuck if this isn't about the most test he has had in a while. It is no brainer that he has to charm the pants out of them, to make them like him.
Because then what's the point? Everyone will be awkward and Kamil will be put in a sticky situation. My Goddess, It's like meeting his parents, isn't it? The nervousness of knowing you need to behave accordingly for them to approve of you.
"You don't have to be nervous. They'll love you."
