Daddy’s Good Girl
Isaiah never told me these things.
“That’s how you know it’s real love, dear,” Ally gushed before whipping out a thermometer. “He doesn’t need to brag. He'll make sure you have it smooth by breaking all the rough edges himself when you're not looking. That's a man right there,”
Something hot seared me in the chest. Real… love? Oh, that wasn't possible. Isaiah might like me, yes, but love seems rather far-fetched.
That man does more than like you, and you know it.