Chapter 34

Blake

I should have listened to my gut.

I'd come home and peeked in on my daughter.

Then I’d headed to Thea’s room to talk as she’d asked, assuming that when she told me to wake her up that it meant she was planning on going to sleep.

When I walked in, I hadn't found her in bed, but I had heard the shower running.

I knew I should have left right then and there, but she'd been making strange little sounds, noises that sounded almost sad, and I'd approached to see if she was okay and planned to let her know I was here.

Of course, the moment I'd stepped outside the bathroom, I realized she wasn't crying in the shower, mostly because she'd moaned my name.

And why had she moaned my name?

Because I'd walked in on her masturbating.

And clearly, I'd been the one on her mind while she touched herself, because she’d moaned my name as her orgasm overtook her.

Now I'm staring at her and she's staring at me, the heat in her eyes not dissipating, but growing instead. I know I need to walk away. I n