The praise went straight to Booker's head. Right now, there wasn't that skeptical worry that someone was lying or that he had tricked them into thinking he was great when he wasn't. Right now, he believed Nicky and he loved it.
Being told he was good. Being told he made Nicky feel good made him feel high and intensely good, good down to his soul.
He grabbed the blankets above his head clutching them tightly for some sort of anchor has Nicky started to take him apart. Yes, yes, yes. Booker moaned loudly enough that he was probably heard downstairs.
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Date: 2020-09-28 11:00 pm (UTC)Being told he was good. Being told he made Nicky feel good made him feel high and intensely good, good down to his soul.
He grabbed the blankets above his head clutching them tightly for some sort of anchor has Nicky started to take him apart. Yes, yes, yes. Booker moaned loudly enough that he was probably heard downstairs.