Learning to Change – The Education of the Heart Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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People were weird.

Dean went still and just blinked for a moment before pulling me into a big hug. “I’m sorry. That sounds stressful.”

“It was.” Being happy was dangerous. “And girls are weird.”

That made him laugh but I couldn’t blame him. Even Dean knew how weird they were and it was just funny. But he was a good something and hugged me tighter before kissing my head. “Do you want to vent about that or just leave it outside and relax at home?”

Hmm.

“Leave it outside. I’ll pick it up tomorrow when I leave for class.” Maybe if I frowned more then that would keep people from being frustrating.

“Sounds like a good plan for the time being.” Rubbing my back, Dean kissed my head again before taking my bag. “How much work do you have to do?”

“Reading and stuff.” I was going to pout over that too. “I’m—”

“Gonna let me help?” Dean kissed my forehead and took my hand. “I think that’s a great idea. Come sit down and I’ll get you a drink and a snack.”

Well, I could have a snack before I pouted.

“How about cookies? I made some.” Dean’s answer made me take a deep inhale and he laughed. “So now you noticed, huh?”

Cookies.

“I like cookies.” I liked cookies a lot. “I’m big hungry.”

So that meant I got lots of cookies.

“Let’s fix that then.” Dean lead me over to the table and set my bag down in the empty chair we never used. For some reason, tables and chairs only came in even numbers. “You get your stuff out and I’ll get you a cookie.”

“Lots. I need lots.” I was starving. “Or I’ll wither away and die. Honest.”

Dean nodded and didn’t tell me I was being dramatic. “I can help you with that so there’s no reason for you to die.”

“It just happens.” I shrugged, but I sat down and reached over to grab my boring stuff. “I can’t control it. So that’s why you have to give me lots of cookies.”

He made a thinking sound but didn’t tell me I was wrong—so that meant he knew I was right. “I’m very sure we can find a good compromise. Let’s start with cookies, though.”

Two.

Starting with cookies meant I got two.

“Aww, I’m big hungry.” And still kinda cranky. “That’s not big hungry worth of cookies.”

My lower lip came out on its own but I didn’t tell it to behave. Dean didn’t see it that way because he raised one eyebrow as he gave me two cookies on a napkin. “Are you sure that’s how you want to respond?”

Ugh.

“Maybe?” I had to see if pouting would work first. “Thank you for my two cookies, even though I’m big hungry.”

Dean sighed but he didn’t tell me to be good. “Start on those.”

Then I’d get more?

He was frowny and suspicious looking, so I wasn’t sure how many more I’d get. One? Two? As I tried to decide how many cookies I’d get for one eye raise, I ate my first cookie. Oatmeal chocolate chip. I’d thought Dean was silly when he’d first polluted the chocolate chip cookies but they were good and so I let him make them for me a lot.

“I like cookies.” Yep. “You make good cookies.”

He liked making me stuff because I was special.

“Thank you.” Dean’s happy voice said I was going to get more cookies. “I like making cookies for you.”

Because he liked taking care of his special boy.

The internet said so and they were right about most stuff. Maybe not the “why did I cough” stuff but they were always right about the sex and BDSM stuff. Those people just seemed to be smarter than the people who made the medical sites.

Maybe BDSM made people smarter?

I finished my other cookie trying to figure out how to get the medical people to submit to the BDSM people so they’d get smart enough to make good websites. I was still trying to work out the details when Dean came back to the table.

“Snacklebox on a plate.” He put my cheese and crackers and veggies down right beside me. “Once you finish those, I’ll bring you more cookies.”

“How many more?” Just one might not be worth eating carrots. I didn’t even know we had carrots or I’d have hidden them better.

Wait.

Had Dean hidden the carrots before I could hide them?

Ugh.

He was so sneaky.

“At least two but you might be able to have more if you don’t pitch a fit.” Dean did the eyebrow thing again when I sucked in a breath. “You’re not being dramatic, are you?”

Maybe.

“I’m always your good boy.” Always. Even when I pouted. “I’m not dramatic.”

Dean was dramatic.

Even Tate said so.

“Where’s Tate?” As I looked around the apartment to find where he was hiding, I started eating my cheese and crackers. “Is he being dramatic?”

Was he hiding because Dean was being stingy with the cookies?


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