Daddy Rafael (3) LYDIA The days started to feel the same, but in a new way. Every morning I woke up in bed next to Rafael. My body was still getting used to him and sometimes I felt sore between my legs, but it was a strange kind of sore. Like my body was remembering what he did to me the night before. On the third day, I woke up early. Rafael was already in the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, water drops still on his chest and his grey hair at the sides looking darker when it was wet. When he saw me watching him, he smiled a little. “Good morning, little wife,” he said in his deep voice. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. The word still felt new on my tongue, but he liked it when I called him that. He walked to the bed and sat beside me, his hand touching my hair gently, then moved down to my cheek. “Good girl. I have to go to the office today, but I want you to do something for me while I’m
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