YOURS, DADDIES
They looked up when I walked in.
"Wow, honey, you look nice," Dad said. "Hot date tonight?"
"Just friends," I said, and caught the way Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile.
David stood to refresh his drink, using the movement to get closer. His hand landed on my waist—a gesture that would look innocent to my father but felt like a brand on my skin. His thumb stroked once, a promise, before he let go.
"Have fun tonight, Ashlynn," he said, his grey eyes holding mine. "I hope you get everything you're looking for."