35: Watched

WINTER:

At least Calcifrer was no longer wearing his underwear but a robe covering his naked body. Or his boxer shorts.

What a pity. It would be best if I could…

I mentally scolded myself. What the heck was wrong with me this evening? Was this the right time to sleep?

“Do you like what I am wearing, pumpkin?”

I cleared my throat. “It seemed comfortable. Where did you get one?” I asked.

The issue is not his body as of the moment, Winter. It's his presence with you in the kitchen, okay?

He looked at himself. “In the closet. Your Dad prepared a lot of extra clothes. Do you think he is preparing for this day to come? That he will know that one day, I will be sleeping over at his house?”

I folded my arms in front of my chest. “Oh, please. Dad was definitely not thinking about that. He was thinking of the other guest. Except you.”

“He is thinking about me. This is what he had dreamed of, pumpkin? For us to get together.”

“Which won't happen in this lifetime but only in your dreams, Calcif