Daddy Zane
With deep breaths, I try to relax a little, sitting on my vanity and taking short rasped breaths.
"Are you ready, baby?" I hear Zane's unmistakable voice from the door and I swirl around so fast that I fear that I might have snapped my neck.
"Zane? Are we going somewhere?" I ask holding my supply of energy as I look at him, feasting on his manliness.
He is putting in dress pants, a grey shirt, and a tie. As usual, he has his sleeves rolled upwards and it causes butterflies to churn in my stomach.
"You look good to eat," I tease flashing him my best smile.
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