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She’d told me once that when he got possessive of her in front of other people, it made her feel special in a way she couldn’t describe. I got that now that I’ve been with Gareth for a while.
    Sure, people would say that we’re a bit dysfunctional for wanting to belong to another person in that manner. I say fuck them. Who are they to tell me what I can and cannot enjoy? What the hell is normal anymore anyway? Love is love and attraction is attraction. As long as everyone is consenting then there aren’t any problems.
    Plus most of my normal relationships turned out horribly.
    Connie reached out and patted my hand. “Liz?”
    “He’s never talked about her or openly compared me to her. It’s not as if he’s being an asshole or anything. But I get the feeling he won’t fuck me because it would be too much like cheating on her.”
    “She’s been dead for four years. He needs to move on at some point.”
    I’m not going to lie, I honestly haven’t been that deeply love with anyone. It’s not that I’m shallow or incapable of it, but before now there hasn’t been that spark of light that I’d felt with any of my previous men. The knowledge that with a few well-timed breaths, the spark would begin to blaze. It was something I wanted to experience.
    Preferably with Gareth.
    “Do you really want to break up with him?” Connie reached across and took my hand. “If you do, know you have my support. Stephen knows him well enough to get it and won’t be pissed either. Hell, he’ll probably bitch Gareth out for upsetting you.”
    “Thanks.”
    Did I really want to do that? Walk away without another glance?
    When I was alone at night I would still imagine seeing Gareth for the first time, not when he was under the spotlight on stage at the charity auction, but when he was peeking out from behind the curtain. I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on. Now that I’ve been able to get to know him a bit better, my opinion has only strengthened.
    I loved it when he’d smile. Not the ones he put on for show. No, it was when something would catch him off guard and he’d let out a surprised chuckle. That smile would reach his eyes, making them sparkle. More and more I was starting to see him this way, and every time I fell in love with him a bit more.
    Did I really want to walk away? Or did I want to take a chance and see if I could light that spark inside him?
    Screw that.
    “No, I don’t want to break up with him. I just don’t know how to make this work.”
    Connie nodded once, giving my hand a squeeze. “Remember me telling you about my dog Andy?”
    “The lab?”
    “Yeah. He was a pain in the ass. I loved that stupid mutt despite all the shit he would get into. We got to a point though where my parents wanted me to give him up. I made them a deal. I’d take Andy to dog training and they had to give me the time to try to make things right. It took a while, but Andy and I figured things out.”
    “You want me to take a Dom to obedience classes?” Wouldn’t that be one for the papers.
    Connie chuckled. “Well no. Though that would be kind of hot. But a good Dom needs to learn as much about himself as he does his sub. From what Stephen has told me, Gareth has changed a lot since Rachael died. Maybe he needs to relearn who he is as a man as well as a Dom? It’s easy to ignore what’s wrong with yourself when you’re focused on someone else.”
    Shit, I hadn’t even considered that. “So he’s been using me to forget?”
    “He hasn’t been with anyone in four years. And from what Stephen said, Rache was his first serious relationship.” Connie shrugged. “What we need is a plan. A way to train him on who you are as a sub and what your preferences are. What you want from him. And a way to help him see that it’s okay for him to move forward in his life.”
    A plan for training a Dom.
    It was almost as absurd as her idea to buy a Dom for a night.
    That had turned out fairly