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Taking a deep breath, I blew the candle out and then turned my head to smile at Xavier. He smiled back, and before I even knew what I was doing, I lifted my chin and kissed him, quickly and chastely, on the lips.For one moment, I was flooded with the warm smell of him, with the soft pressure of his mouth on mine, and the next he was moving away, the warmth of his body gone, his back to me as he walked up to the coffee machine and filled it with water.It’s a completely normal thing for a parent and child to do, to kiss on the mouth, but it left me breathless and heated.No matter how hard I try to fight this growing feeling of attraction, it just won’t go away. If anything, boundaries seem to be slipping and blurring between us, making it worse. In the past few days since I’ve been grounded, we’ve spent more and more time together—laughing, touching, hugging… Every night this week Xavier has shut his computer early, and we’ve watched television together while snuggling on the couch.

She rolls her eyes up to the crystal chandelier above us. “Ugh, he’s a jerk,” she groans. The idea that he’s been a jerk to her makes me equally angry and relieved. That fucking kid. But at least he’ll be out of her life now.“Hmm,” I say nonchalantly. It’s not my place to get involved. I take a sip of my drink and look out across the room. The restaurant is filling up and there’s a hub of noise and activity in the centre, but the padded booth seems to muffle the sound somewhat. Our table is at a peaceful remove.I make a few suggestions to Hazel and when the waiter comes back I order for us. Oysters and champagne to start, then the braised beef cheek for me and the pan-roasted chicken for Hazel. I soften my stance on alcohol and let her share my champagne when the oysters arrive.She’s never had oysters before, but approaches them gamely, cringing slightly the first time the cool, slippery flesh slides down her throat but then smiling and widening her eyes with pleasure at the salty

He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back, and I part my lips slightly to take in a breath. That’s when I feel his hand come around my back, and the unthinkable happens.He kisses me back.Long, slow, and languorous, his mouth moves over mine until our lips part and I feel his tongue stroke into my mouth.It’s crazy. It’s unthinkable. And it’s so sweet, I couldn’t pull away if I wanted to. He moves slowly, kissing me tenderly, but there’s an urgency in the firmness of his hand against my back and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. My body roars to life, heat spreading over my skin and rushing down between my legs.With his other hand, he cups the back of my neck, threading fingers into my pinned up hair, and when I tilt my hips, intending to straddle his lap, he helps lift me. Melanie’s sheath dress rolls up my thighs as I place one on either side of Xavier, so that I can feel his crotch through the thin layer of my panties and my legs are fully exposed. I’m wearing the last pair

I screw my eyes tight, suppressing a scream, and when I open them I take a deep, calming breath.Don’t panic, I tell myself. They’re just dirty thoughts. You haven’t gone too far.Yet.What I did was bad, and wrong. There’s no justifying it. But it could’ve been worse. At least it didn’t go any further.Picking Hazel up from school is agony. We barely speak in the car. I’m all business—professional Dad. And I know it’s breaking her heart but I don’t know what to do about it. I can barely control my lust around her. It takes everything in my power to push the beast down.When we get home, Hazel heads up to her bedroom and I take chicken out of the fridge and marinate it before heading up to mine. She usually does her homework at the dining room table; I usually work in the den. But I guess we both need privacy from each other as we try to sort out what the fuck is happening.I open up my laptop and catch up on a few emails before undressing and running a hot shower. There are signs of

I sigh and let my hands flop over my head, knowing I should change my panties, which are so soaked they’re beginning to get cold, and wonder if I’ll ever hear Xavier knock on the door.In the past—before Saturday, when everything changed—Xavier was never one to sweep things under the rug, always believing that communication was the most important thing. But now that I’ve come on to him, now that I’ve seduced him, all bets are off, it seems.After a while, I get up and finish my homework, watch TV on my laptop, and text Christine for hours about nothing. Xavier never knocks on my door.Around midnight, the house deathly quiet, I creep downstairs and find a plate of chicken, rice and asparagus carefully wrapped up in the fridge for me.I feel abandoned by Xavier, and sad. But at least it’s better than the apartment, I think, digging into the chicken. At least here there’s food.#Xavier #Fuck my life.For the rest of the week, I’m unable to face Hazel. I’m paralyzed by what happened,